Of all the dysfunctions, physical or psychic, with which man is plagued, none is so pernicious, so painful, or so hard to uproot as guilt. And this is not true only of twentieth century man, or of American-Gothic-Victorian man. By no means!
The ancient powers of Voodoo, birthed in the darkness of an Africa immeasurably aged, are spiritually funded by guilt and its cankering swirl in the dark mind of black and white alike.
The reeking worship of the Toltecs, when the living hearts were ripped from lush and naked maidens-this bloody gift to the Gods was to implore remission for community sins.
And, far to the North, in the baleful light of the Aurora Borealis, the pre-Druidical zealots who alternated orgies in the six-month night with religious massacre to purge themselves of guilt in the eyes of their Gods, paid a sickening homage to the dread and cancerous mental erosion of frightened conscience.
It is not by accident that men and women mistakenly connect sex with guilt. It was not the late Queen Victoria's sick mind which made sex a sin, and centered "immorality" in that narrow region between the thighs of men and women.
Thus, according to Hruba and Croft ("Honor in Dishonor," The Lancet, October, 1959) the reaction against legal and moral tyranny, the so-called "sexual revolution," is the most encouraging sign of returning mental health the world has known in three centuries.
And, whether phrased in dry legal terms, or in the esthetically shocking prose of the heroine whose courage illuminates this book, the right of people to enjoy the god-like pleasure given them by nature rises triumphantly above all condemnation. This is the theme of Miss Carolyn Hunt's novel.
Regardless of the volume of laws, of society's hypocritical shackles, of clashing moralities, men and women prove every day that lust and love are paramount.
But there is a deeper, sweeter purpose behind Miss Hunt's work. "Men pursue young girls, very young girls, for deeply hidden reasons. Not for a virginity. Contrary to the lecherous minds of the profanum vulgus, the common herd, a virginity is not that hard to find in a mature woman. They want pre-pubescent girls for other reasons. One, perhaps, is the dark pleasure of plundering a girlishly tender, unused vagina. Or for the joy in flouting legal and moral law. But mostly, I think, because very young girls are submissive, frightened, unable to defy male authority, to fight back."
At this point, Miss Hunt smiled as all the men at the table nodded, with sober faces.
"It's all right, gentlemen," she reassured us. "As long as women of mature age find equal sexual justice! To mold the nascent lives of young boys! I'm proud, honestly proud, to be one of the female writers prodding women into this lovely, rewarding practice. A boy is lucky to be given the joys of a woman's body as soon as he begins to develop into the first stages of coming manhood. How much more fortunate is the boy who is taken in hand, so to speak, by a sex-wise, fully grown women who seeks her own sexual completion as part of the joyful instruction she lays on the boy!"
Decidedly, Miss Hunt says, this has nothing to do with any woman's liberation movement.
"The women I admire would not waste a particle of energy or emotion in a rat race for equality," she smiles. "Who needs it? My own desire, like the purpose of the heroine of this book, is justice-the rights of women to desire, to seek, to possess and enjoy the bodies of strong, sweet, loving young boys. They are so eager to learn. And-it is such fun to teach them!"
In a serious vein, Miss Hunt told our editorial conference that her real battle is for the freedom of women's minds. No amount of legislation, no amount of social pressure, neither attitudes or community values nor psychical threats have stopped men who routinely pursue young girls. And, compared to women in a similar scene, their sense of guilt is almost nil, the charming writer says.
"If this book encourages one frustrated woman-one who is unwilling to subjugate herself to some unacceptable man just because he is sexually available-to seek the happier way of building a boy into a man, I will be content."
We are pleased to aid Miss Hunt's crusade, and hope that she will soon have another book in the same strong and honest mold.
You will find the Rated X books, along with their companions, the Surrey Collectors' Series and the HIS 69 gay titles at your favorite adult bookstore or newsstand each and every month. Serious collectors of strictly adult reading will want them all, side by side on their private bookshelves for definite re-reading and ready reference.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
Jane Murray waited quietly in the humid heat of the huge bedroom on the second floor of her house. In this part of Southern California it is seldom hot, even in mid-summer, but today was an exception. Even in this old house with its high ceilings, thick adobe walls, and heavy red-tile roof, the heat was oppressive, especially near the rear windows.
Jane had not dressed after the cool shower she had enjoyed a few minutes before. In the shadows away from the windows, where she waited, her smoothly naked skin seemed to glow, to revel in the heat that struck in from the south. Her firm, deeply carved breasts swung their silken weight against her rib cage with each breath, and their native warmth was generating a thin, sweet film of woman-sweat. She smiled a private smile, shivering slightly at the pleasure of this constant contact between breasts and ribs. It was a luscious feeling of warmth.
It was steaming hot by the windows, it was hot where the sun cast molten squares on her rich carpet, the satin coverlet was hot to the touch. But none of these represented the hottest spot in this room. No, indeed-for that spot was between Jane Murray's strong and beautiful thighs, a wet and throbbing vale of deep feeling, safely hidden under the thick, soft folds of her outer cuntlips which, modestly clothed in a thick pelt of curly blonde hair, protected the tender smoothness of her inner lips, now itching and swollen with her bursting heat.
Her body was so taut with sexual desire that she could have soared into a gut-splitting cum just by one sharp rub of a wet finger on her distended clitoris, and little quakes of lust crept from her pussy if she moved her thighs, but she knew what she was waiting for, and she would not detract from it by any premature action.
When the sound she was awaiting roared out in the heavy summer air, she sighed as if in relief, and her richly formed body seemed to flow toward the window at the rear. The sound was the high, metallic bark of a small motor, the high whine of a power mower screaming to sink its blade into the green mat of her lawn, and it seemed to be a happy signal, for the blonde woman's face lost part of its look of strain.
At the big window, looking down into her big, old-fashioned garden, her expectant look grew fierce and tender as she saw what she had hoped to see with every hungering nerve of her lush body.
The brassy voice of the small motor had dropped to a throaty idle. It was behind a hedge, hidden from the downstairs. A small, well-built boy was hanging on to the mower's steering bar with one hand; with the other, he had fished his hard young cock out of his tattered surfer trunks. Fondly, skillfully, with a concentration that showed his desire for the exploding pleasure of cumming, and a deliberation that testified to a hedonist's care to prolong his joy, he slowly pulled the wrinkled foreskin back off the slick and shiny-red cockhead. He closed his eyes in gusto, smiling almost painfully.
Jane almost choked with a rush of lust, with a compulsion to shriek at him to stop it. She seemed to be able to smell, even at this distance, the throat-clogging rankness that a hot day had created under that soft covering of veined skin. Her lips and tongue ached with a quick tightening. She turned away, her face in a tight grin, snatching up a wrap so light that it was no more than a shadow over the swelling, earthy beauties of her body.
She went swiftly down the wide stairway into the spacious hall, and turned toward the rear of the house, to a jalousied sun room on the corner.
She listened briefly. The motor would rise to a staccato scream, sputter as if it were cutting into thick grass, and then roll down to its quieter cough of idling. Jane smiled. The little con man! If she really was at home-which he could not know, since he had hustled her for yard work this morning and she told him to return at two o'clock-she would think he was busy. She was not angry at his ruse; she was happy to find this flaw in him. It made what she had to do all the more fun. And, actually, much safer. A kid who tried to outsmart authority, feared authority. She was his employer, hence, she was authority.
She looked around the sun room, one part of her mind seething with the pictures she fantasized, the other picking the best spot for her scene, and decided on the wide couch. After all, it was a bed, and she would be dealing with a small boy. To him, a bed and a naked, or almost naked, woman had one connotation. All she hoped was, and she hoped it with an intensity that gave her a sickening contraction deep inside her ravening, juice-dripping cunt, that the shock of what he was about to see would not destroy that boyish hard-on. He might be a small boy-she guessed that he was no more than twelve-but his cock was unexpectedly large. And, to her sex-fevered mind, beautiful beyond description.
Like a skilled actress ready to make an entrance on-stage, she looked around her, stilled her breathing, then stepped to the opened sliding door and cried in a loud, harsh voice: "Help me! Oh, God! Someone! Help me!"
Her property, bought by her father years before she was born, was almost as large as a city block, so she had no fear that a nosey neighbor would hear and answer. To her gut-wrenching pleasure, the sound of the motor stopped dead.
Once more she cried: "Help me!" this time in a weaker tone, and then let her body go limp, sliding down the frame of the door so that the boy would have to move her, have to help her get up and on the broad, low couch.
She had decided not to go into her fake faint until the lad was thoroughly hooked, so she was able to enjoy the look on his face as he charged around the hedge's corner, a tell-tale lump showing in the crotch of his trunks. He was startled but not panicky, looking amazingly in charge of himself, amazingly competent, in contrast to his small size and years.
He ran directly to her, kneeling just outside the sliding screen, and she murmured: "Please, Benjamin! Help me up!"
She let her head fall to one side as he pushed the screen aside, and heard him gasp, a sound of animal heat. Very well, with the screen gone, with his eyes adjusting to the shade, he saw her body.
She was sitting on her left hip; her right leg was bent and pushed back. She could feel the heated air on the inner surfaces of her cunt, and she was so hot that it was like a chill. She was satisfied; she knew that he had seen the division of those full, hairy lips, had seen the pinkness of her labia with highlights supplied by the flow of girl-juice from her vagina.
She knew it because he could not stand to look just there any more, and she saw the shock in his boyish face as she moved her shoulders so that the flimsy peignoir fell off one shoulder to display her remarkable breasts. She acted quickly.
"Please, Benjie," she whispered hoarsely, "help me stand up; help me onto the couch!"
Without seeing his look of sudden, desperate desire, but sensing it, she leaned close to him as he tried, clumsily, to get his hands under her arms without seeming to feel her breasts.
Good boy! she thought. You little devil, you know that tits have a meaning of their own!
Concealing the fact that her own efforts were creating most of the lift, she stood up, putting a good deal of weight on him so that his bare and hairless chest, hot from the sun, could rest against the satin voluptuousness of her breasts. It almost made her cum, and she was not faking the trembling in her voice as she croaked: "Help me lie down. Oh, Benjie, you mustn't leave me!"
"Course not, Miz Murray," he said, and his voice was like a man's. "What's the matter?"
For just a moment, she almost laughed. It was so pat, the question.
"It's this heat," she said in a quavering voice. "It hits me like this sometimes. I feel as if I'm going to die. It's so-so-oh, God, Benjie!" she said brokenly. "I may faint. If I do, don't worry. I'll be unconscious for a while, but I'll be-all right."
"Should I get a doctor?" the tough-looking child with the man's cock asked, and it was obvious that he hoped she'd say no.
Jane almost hugged him then and there, he was so much exactly what she had hoped.
"Oh, my, no!" she whispered, sinking back and closing her eyes. She knew that the transparent robe was wide open, and she fumblingly moved her hands in a lying gesture of modesty. She opened her eyes to see the animal avidity in his expression as he stared boldly down at her open and drooling split. How she was going to keep from screaming, from going up the wall as soon as he touched her, she didn't know. It would have to be a part of her act.
Then she had an inspiration.
"No-doctor," she whispered very low. "Not needed! I be like-deep sleep. Bad dreams, too!" She opened her eyes and stared around in simulated fright. "If I cry out, or thrash about, promise you won't be frightened. Promise?" She dared to let her hand trail down across her belly onto his hard young thigh, letting her soft fingers glide down into his crotch. "Lemme-sleep," she whispered. "Don't be-'fraid."
She seemed to let herself go, then, exhaling a deep sigh, relaxing her legs so that her right thigh swung away, opening her cunt. She was not afraid to open her eyes slightly, since she was certain that he would not be concentrating on her face.
To her great joy, the boy was standing by the couch, pushing the loose trunks down over his narrow hips. He really digs sex, she thought with deep pleasure. Wonder if he'll peel this fakey robe off me?
Apparently the miniature man beside her needed no extra fillip to his senses, but what he did was so amazing that, in spite of herself, Jane could not control a paroxysm of agonized pleasure at the contact-for the boy, with no hesitation, had dropped between her thighs and sucked at her open pussy with such fantastic acuity that he covered her bursting clit and her blood-gorged inner lips with the vacuuming power of a crazed machine.
A fire rose in her loins, a fire of exploding energy that seemed to tear her belly apart with sickening pleasure, brought to a height of exquisite pain as a gigantic orgasm throbbed and beat throughout her cuntal area. Her clitoris seemed to grow to twice its size, to shake and shatter itself into throb after mounting throb, until she had to scream out her joy, and the searing wave of concentrated pleasure rolled all through her body, so that she seemed wrapped in a blessed heat that was almost too much to bear.
As some consciousness returned after the momentary surge of cum-madness, a subliminal needle of thought flashed in her mind-the fear that she would have thrown the man-child into flight. But he was like a dog fascinated with the smell and taste of a bitch in heat, his mind closed to every consideration that did not include that swollen rosette of streaming, reeking, blood-filled membrane, or that spasming hole which alternately opened and closed to discharge a clear rill of cunt-nectar, which the boy was eagerly lapping up.
Jane's breasts, their size vastly increased by the spreading energy of her resounding cum, felt like balloons blown to the point of danger, and she moaned in pain and ecstasy as her hands, seemingly acting without her direction, pressed down on them with the ferocious drive for more pleasure, the long nipples now hard, their deep-grained surfaces as red as her blood could make them. A sudden desire rose in her throat, a part of the sex-mania which had had her in its grip for all the hours she had awaited this meeting, and she abandoned any further thought of deceit.
Her body, streaming sweat in the heat of the room, which only reflected the inner flow of heat from stoked-up fires in the dark of her womb, seemed to envelop the slight figure of the boy as she rose to take him in her arms.
"Wait! Hey! Miz Murray!" he cried, a sudden awareness of consequences shaking him, but his hard cock made its own demands on him that overrode his conscience and his sense of guilt, and he let himself be drawn on to the couch. His inexperience, his boyishness, his embarrassment in the adult presence made him close his eyes and lie quietly, but he arched his back, raising his skinny loins in humble, mute invitation. Jane felt the sting of unaccustomed tears as she poised, open-mouthed, above that jerking, throbbing, boy-man cock, and her mouth filled with drool so that she had to swallow convulsively.
There was a thick, rank aroma rising to her distended nostrils, the sharp, skunky smell of sweated crotch and asshole, the incredibly inviting perfume of cock-scented cheese from the moist, hot underside of the child's pulled-back foreskin.
She could wait no longer; she went down hard on the trembling rod of palpitating muscle, gripping the little boy's buttocks so that she could plunge her face down with all the force of her powerful neck muscles. She felt the cushiony tip of his organ slide past her tonsils and into her throat, gratitude welling in her at the rich taste, the gamy flavor, the crowding push of his cock as she screwed her face deep into his modest bush of dark pubic hair.
There was a fierce demand rising again in the flowing heat of her pussy, and she moaned in anguished heat, wishing she had taken time to talk to him for just a moment, to move her body to his face and that unbelievably wise mouth of his, to instruct him, to order him, to beg him, to suck her while she sucked him.
Squeezing her lips down on his young, barely pumping organ, lashing her long tongue around it as much for her pleasure as for his, she tracked her fingers deep into the crack of his ass, feeling them slip in the viscosity of her own spit and his delicious sweat, stabbing at his shrinking anus. The glow in her cunt was now getting away from her, blazing up into another hoarded, babbling caldron of cum-power, and she could have screamed with the need for release.
She humped her way somehow to his head, still sucking at him as if she would draw his small, manly young body all the way into her hungrily yearning mouth. It took an effort of the will not to chew on the sweetly moving cock, her jaws ached with the power of mind needed to hold her back from literally eating him.
Disappointingly, he was so concentrated on his own sweeping pre-cum storm that his eyes were closed, and he was unaware of the flowing, weeping cunt that craved his tongue so deeply. Indeed, he was in a world far removed, his entire body and mind trembling on an eyrie high in the skies of emotion, poised for the wave of cum-fire that would toss him into flashing light, into a new dimension of pleasure.
And now, her own mind lost in the red haze of sex madness, only dimly aware that Benjamin was rolling his head blindly from side to side, Jane flung her left thigh across his face, hammering her widely opened cunt down on his slick forehead, feeling the new burst of wild orgasm split her again.
CHAPTER TWO
"AAAaaarrrggghhh!" It was a choked scream torn from her throat as the wild tide of feeling beat in her lower body. The cock in her mouth had seemed to swell, and the long-restrained whirlpool of jism, forced at last by desperate need from those crammed balls that were drawn so tightly against the rounded bar of fuck-muscle, sprayed its slick heat in her straining throat.
"Oh, God, Miz Murray, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God!" The boy, too, was screaming, his breath coming hot against her squirming belly, and she hunched to bring her convulsing, suffering hole to that bellowing mouth. As the vibrations of his happy wail touched the supersensitive area between the furred outer lips, she leaped in a burst of blind joy, feeling the quivering ecstasy in her cunt multiplied by the powerful jerks as the boy's semen jetted warmly into her throat. Each time she went down until her swallowing throat muscles fiercely stroked his tender cockhead, she felt a new throb begin, and pulled up so that the slick, saline cum-wad could wash over her taste buds, spread its rankly subtle perfumes to her alert olfactory nerves.
Smell, taste, feel, sight, hearing-yes, even hearing involved in this litany of lust, for her broken sobs, her screams of fulfillment, and the boy's animal groans as she sucked him temporarily dry were all a meaningful part of the experience for her. She was so deeply committed to her own passion and its satiation, so thoroughly given to the ramming, shuddering violence of orgasm, that she could not let the boy's hard-muscled young body go, even after his cock had become limp and small and sweet, even after her own pussy, so puffed and swollen with cumming, had lost its tumultuous sensitivity. She was conscious that Benjie was trying to get free, so she rolled to her side, freeing his face, but she kept his legs apart, her cheek resting on the inner part of his left thigh while she pulled the other leg up on her right shoulder.
The position opened his buttocks, and she could see the accumulation of sweat gathered on his almost hairless crotch. His male scent, far more delicate than a grown man's, was still positive and sharp enough to make her almost swoon with sick passion. Drained as she was for the moment, she nevertheless felt a deep, eternal tongue of flame around her womb, in the deep night of her richly used vagina. Her first volley had been fired, but there was an ache in that blind, hot sheath of muscle, a trembling of desire deep in her cunt, that could never be satisfied by any clitoral orgasm.
Her inner woman had writhed and wrestled with nothing as her sex-gun had fired and fired and fired. It felt good, its raw nerve ends still tingled with the wet-dream rage of a long-lasting cum-two, in fact-but the hidden areas around her cervix, the pockets of slick mucous membrane where her juice gathered to spew out under suction, all cried to be stretched and probed and stroked by hard cock-meat, and to be kissed and smeared and drowned with jism. In a burst of heat, she sucked hard at the boy's balls, loving the sweat, the few drops of his cum that had escaped her loving mouth.
She was regaining her composure, and now she freed herself so that she could turn and look at the youngster, not knowing what his reaction might be, now that he had swept in fury over the high peak of his first major experience with a mature woman. If it had been his first. In speed-of-light flashes of conscious thought, Jane wondered at his boldness in going right for her cunt.
"Benjie," she said tentatively, her voice flat. "Benjie, are you back in this world?"
Then, seeing again how small he was, how young he seemed, her heart smote her, and she gathered him against her firm breasts, feeling his immature body to be hardly more than an infant she might have been caring for.
"Was it all right?" she whispered. "Was it fun for you? You know, Benjie, I lied to you. I didn't faint. I wanted you to-" she felt she must be careful with her words, not knowing what trauma might have been caused in this youngster. My God, she thought, he may not even be twelve yet.
"I wanted you to-do what you did," she whispered. "Or anything else you wanted to do. You understand?"
His voice surprised her, it was so grown up, so matter-of-fact. "Yes, ma'am, Miz Murray." He giggled. "I never did it before, not like this, I mean. But it was-wonderful!"
He ducked his head blindly down to her breasts, and his small ears were very red. Jane began to feel more in charge of the situation.
"You're a naughty boy, Benjie," she whispered throatily, enjoying the feel of his face against her breasts, the rasp of his shock of dark hair. "You were behind the hedge, playing with your, er, what do you call it, Benjie, when you talk about it?"
He inched down so that his lips touched a hard nipple. She tensed, her heart beating rapidly at the thought of him sucking her tit.
"Cock," he said in a low voice. "Prick. What do you call it?"
She reached a bold hand between his legs, the movement flattening her breast, pushing it closer against his face. She rubbed gently in the sweated ring of hair on his pubis. Her fingers touched the soft, still wet lump, and, with a deep surge of joy, she realized it had picked up just the least little bit in size. She thumbed gently at the tip, and, sure enough, here came the soft head, peeping out as she blindly rolled back his foreskin.
"I call it wonderful," she whispered. A shudder racked her body, and he started in alarm. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"You know, when you shoot that wonderful stuff out of this wonderful big thing," she said, her voice unexpectedly girlish, "what do you call that? I'm sorry to appear so ignorant," she said, inwardly chuckling at her loving fakery, knowing she only wanted to hear every possible lustful word in this boy's sexual vocabulary. She fondled his swelling young cock with the utmost gentleness, her thumb feeling the moisture on the wrinkled under portion of his thick, soft foreskin.
"Ho!" the boy said unexpectedly. "It's not big, and you know it. My friend Chuck-Chuck Knowles, maybe you know him, his dad's the hardware man-his is twice as big! And he can shoot twice as far and three times as much." He thrust his aroused body toward her hand, where the rising good feeling in his cock was beginning to awaken his heat. She formed a ring with her thumb and fingers, making a yielding nest of her soft palm, a sort of dry cunt, filled with a secret dream of another boy like this, but with a cock "twice as big," able to "shoot twice as far and three times as much."
She doubted it was true.
"I think it's lovely to have a big friend like Chuck," Jane whispered into Benjie's helmet of hair-how clean it smells, she thought, "but I don't believe he's any bigger." She laughed in a conspiratorial way. "Come on, Benjie, he must be a lot older than you are. Even then, I'll bet he's no bigger. Hey, look!" she said in mock surprise, "You're getting bigger, too! How quick!" But she didn't let him go, holding him against the pneumatic warmth of her breasts, feeling their nipples tingle with an electric need. She bent her head and kissed him fiercely alongside his neck, then ran her tongue into his ear, tasting the sharp and acrid flavor of sweat, wax, and rubbed flesh. "You know what I was saying? When I asked what you call it when you shoot that good stuff? I'll bet I know. You say 'cum,' don't you? Is that what you and Chuck call it?"
The boy's voice seemed more grown up, he felt more at ease, now what he could correct her, add to her knowledge. "We call it lots of things," he said offhandedly. "Cumming, shooting our wad, getting our nuts off, getting our rocks off, blowing our load, basting a-oh-oh, can't say that!"
She shook him, strangling a laugh. "Can't say what? Why not? Think of what we just did. You sucked my-you were going to say 'basting a cunt,' weren't you? Go on, say it!"
He stiffened a bit, then laughed. "Okay, a cunt.
Jesus, Miz Murray, I never said anything like that before a lady!"
"It's all right, Benjie," the lady said. "What I was going to say-you asked why I jumped a while ago, right? So now I can tell you, now that we're using words," she said. "You know what I mean by 'words,' those certain words, right?" She felt for her breast, taking the nipple between her thumb and fingers, and out it to his mouth. "Open wide," she said. "There," putting the nipple into his mouth. "Suck! Oooohhh! Great God above us, Benjie! Ohhhhh GGGGoddddd! Suck!"
She began to pump her loins back and forth as the cum-quake rose in her, scaring the boy so he dropped the tit out of his mouth and pulled away. She let the feeling have its way, then die.
"A minute ago," she whispered, "I felt a little-bitty cum start up in my cunt. Just from feeling of your cock," she said. "Just from holding it, feeling it get bigger. And just now, from having you suck on my breast."
She turned on her back, letting her drawn up knees fall apart. It felt so good, the sensation of her cuntlips popping open with a little sighing pop, a sound of kissing. His cock, now, was truly hard. How long had it been since he had cum? Surely only a few minutes. She remembered a question unanswered.
"How old is Chuck?"
"Well, he's not older'n me, Miz Murray. Not really. Just six months. He's thirteen and a half, and I'm thirteen."
"That's just beautiful, Benjie," Jane said low. "A beautiful age. How long have you been cumming? Six months? And you do have a big cock, you know. Very big, I should say, for a boy of thirteen."
"Naw, Miz Murray. I could cum when I was under twelve. Two months before I was twelve. Chuck could shoot it when he was eleven. Man, does he know how to get it off!"
Jane thought of how the boy had looked, so fierce and so intent as he stroked his cock behind the hedge. She held onto his hardening tool. "You saw that magazine in the tool shed, didn't you?" she asked. "That's what got you so turned on, wasn't it?"
Benjie tensed. "Maybe so," he said. Then he laughed. "Yes, I saw it," he said. "Whew! I never saw a book like that! Even Chuck never saw one like that, and his dad has some pretty hot ones down at the store. But not of men and women doing all those things!"
"Doing what things, Benjie?" Jane asked. She was rubbing the skin up and down the hard column of his cock. If Chuck has a cock twice this big, she mused, I'd like to sell tickets to it. No I wouldn't. Vd like to have both of these kids. Both!
Once more the young boy hedged. "Oh, all those different things," he said.
She gave his cock a painful tweak. "Cut it out, Benjie," she said and laughed. "And listen, considering that I sucked your cock, and you sucked my cunt, and I swallowed your cum when you blew your load-you know, all those things we did and said, why can't you just come right out and say what you mean? What things, Benjie?"
He turned toward her, his deep blue eyes big and questioning.
"I can't believe this, Miz Murray." He giggled nervously. "I told you I never said anything like these words to a grown-up lady. What things? Fucking, Miz Murray. Fucking and sucking. Fucking in women's asses. Two men fucking a woman at once, in the cunt and in the ass. Oooooh! Jesus, Miz Murray, it's making me hot all over again!"
She remembered something else; she wanted to bring it up. Something about Chuck shooting three times as much jism. It just couldn't be. This boy, barely teen-aged, had seemed to fill her mouth time and again, a big spray of it with each throb. And how many of those jets? Six? Seven? Maybe ten? A big lot of cum for a thirteen-year-old kid.
"You've been able to cum for over a year. How many times do you do it in a week?" And another thought. "How does Chuck get it off? And how about you? You don't jerk off all the time, do you?"
He was suddenly angry, coolly angry. "Don't talk like that," he said sharply. "Maybe we do, maybe we don't. Maybe we've got a lot of different ways."
She hugged him quickly, leaping as his hard prick punched into her bare belly. "Oh, Benjie," she whispered, really sorry, "I wouldn't offend you for the world! Believe me! And there's nothing wrong with masturbating. Jerking off, I mean. Golly, look at me-when I get hot, when I really need a fuck, a cum, I use anything handy. Honest I do! You ought to see me with a plastic lotion bottle stuck in my big old cunt!" She stroked his cock gently, feeling a deep movement of hungrily expectant muscle caressing her in the slippery tightness of her vagina.
He laughed. "Oh, that's okay, Miz Murray. I shouldn't've blown up like that. I guess I could cum five times a day if I wanted to." He sounded very proud, very much the small boy, showing off. Or very much the insecure man, bragging a bit. He turned and, for the first time, boldly fingered her cunt, his body moving as he felt the hot slickness as two of his fingers shot into her. His voice sounded just a bit hoarse as he said: "God, Miz Murray, your cunt's not big, at all! It's tighter'n-" and he paused, blushing furiously.
Delighted with this almost blown secret that she knew she would learn some day soon, Jane said: "Oh, thank you, Benjie! That's so nice to hear. Because really, I'm awfully old. As compared to you and Chuck, I mean, and your girl friends. Really old! Ooooh, rub real gently, real slow. Farther down. Now, sort of side to side in those kind-of lips. OHHHHH!" she screamed. "Harder!
Deep! Go into my cunt! OHHH MY GOD! I'm cummmmiiinnngggg! Ohhhh!"
She continued to tremble as the boy looked at her in awed silence.
"You really blow your nuts, don't you, Miz Murray?" he asked. "Do you always holler like that?" A thought struck him, and he giggled. "How many times do you do it in a week? And how do you get it off? I'll bet you don't jerk off all the time, do you?"
She put her hand down between his hard muscled thighs, on his balls, really big for a boy. She was amazed, just a bit frightened. She had been hot, hot as a mink, otherwise she might not have dared seducing this kid, but to be this hot? And to be so high on sex, cumming-how many times? Three or four, certainly, and still poised on the brink, ready to dive over again into the dark, warm sea of yeasting orgasm. Oh, Jesus, the taste of that unwashed cock!
"Kiss me, Benjie," she whispered. "Did you ever do that with 'a grown-up lady?' Did you ever suck tongues? Here, give me your cock. No, move your hand, I want you to drive this hard thing into me. Into my cunt. Right there, baby, right there," she panted, nearly out of her mind with the throb of blood in her clitoris, placing the head of-by God, it was big!-his penis just at her violently wriggling fuck opening. His eyes were closed. They were the color of dark blue morning glories, she thought hazily. His hips were moving in lust. Very good, for a kid. His mouth opened, his breath coming out to her hot and sweet. The deep muscles in her belly began to roll in a way that scared her, and she felt a shocking contraction somewhere deep inside her, in her womb, perhaps.
Her mouth closed over his with a finality that turned off the world just as it turned on every nerve in her, and when he boldly thrust his tongue into her mouth, and, with her guidance, drove his prick deep into her, sawing violently against the upper rim of her vaginal entry, going shudderingly, massively, almost hurtfully into her, torching a thundering series of cum-pains that burned all around her cunt, along her thighs, inside her rectum, she lost all sense of reality, giving herself wolfishly to the hard beat that rolled in beautiful agony throughout her body.
Her cries went into his open mouth, and his deeptoned oaths of cum-happiness went to hers.
"Ohhhmmmm! Ohhhhmm!" she moaned around his tongue. What she wanted to cry was: "Oh, Jesus, my lover, fuck me! Fuck me!"
She wanted to use every word she knew, every word of lust and love. Her cunt prayed for her, spoke for her, ran its loving muscles over every pore in the skin of his organ, lapping, licking, kissing, loving, sucking, as he drove into her, pounding his boyish mound against the thick, protective lips over her wriggling, exploding clitoris.
She was crazy with the belief that she would die, die happy, in this fuck; crazy with the feeling that Benjie's cock, actually not as big as it might have been, was splitting her, rupturing the strong, thin walls of muscle and mucous membrane, shooting his cum not only all over her womb's entry, but lashing out into her bowels as well.
With a wild and involuntary movement, she clutched her breasts up with her elbows, pushed their aching softness between her chest and his, squeezing them until she felt they might burst of their fullness, and felt her cunt begin to milk the seed out of his cock, wishing the seed were being planted in her throat, that she had his cock in her from cunt to mouth.
She heard his thin, triumphant yell: "Chuck! Look at me! I'm fucking! Miz Murray! Fuck it!" And then, as she momentarily went into a hot film of black and beloved unconsciousness, his amazing words: "Oh, Mom, let me! Let me! Let me!"
CHAPTER THREE
When she came out of it, feeling only a deep, warm sort of inner pleasure from her navel to her buttocks, Jane lay still. Her eyes were closed, but she sensed that she was alone on the couch, and something deep in her shouted angrily against this injustice.
She heard the soft murmur of bare feet on the sun room's rug, and the bed moved slightly. It did not frighten her; she had never felt more secure in her life.
Even when a wet, cold cloth touched her face, and was gently moved down, over each closed eye, all over her face, she still remained motionless, although she longed to reach out for that small, strong, sweet body, so boyish, yet containing such a plenty of manhood's greatest gifts-joy of life, courage of sex, the guts to plunge into new experiences.
She changed the tempo of her breathing, smiled with closed eyes, and made small sounds, so that Benjie wouldn't be startled by her return to life.
He withdrew the cloth, and now she opened her eyes, smiling up at him, touched to see the streaks of tears on his tanned cheeks.
"Benjie, my dear," she whispered, holding her arms up to him. "Come here. Kiss me."
She held him lightly, letting him take his time about putting his tongue into her mouth. In the heat of lust, any man-creature would be bold; in the reaction of two powerful orgasms, even' a grown man might cool off. So she kissed gently, barely moving her lips, holding her teeth open and her tongue ready, until at last, shy as a young virgin, he slipped the velvet softness of his tongue into where she could suck at it easily, and she felt his taut muscles relax.
She took one of his hands and quietly moved it to the lower part of her belly, just above the limits of her pubic hair. Softly, anxious not to disturb him as he came back from whatever hell he had been in, she drew her feet back toward her, her knees coming up, keeping her thighs together, knowing that the fat, hairy lips of her cunt would protrude out, pouting, leaking the cuntful of cum she had felt shoot into her just before she passed out. It was a lovely feeling at any time, and all the more, now, since she had someone she knew would love to see it.
When she sensed that the kiss, if carried any further, would become meaningless, she pulled his head away from her face and held his cheeks between her hands, staring into his blue eyes, smiling.
"Benjie, you fucked me into a cum-fit," she said, shaking his sweet, serious face. "That was so marvelous! Were you worried?"
"No, ma'am," he lied valiantly. "Not me." He rubbed the back of his hard little hand across his eyes. "When I went to get some cold water, I barked my shin on that little ladder by your fridge. It hurt, so, I got some tears in my eyes. But listen, hey, you're all right. I'll go get after that lawn."
She saw that he had again slipped into the worn trunks, and her heart turned over at the troubled look on his face. But she judged that there was something in him that she had to respect.
"All right," she said softly. She released him, and he did not stand up but continued as he had been, kneeling beside her, embarrassment plain on his young face.
With a grin, Jane reached down and felt. Just as had guessed, his young cock was hard again.
"Benjie," she said admiringly, "you weren't lying. I'll bet you could shoot that stuff into a girl five times a day. Now, you want to see something interesting? Take a look!"
She pushed at his shoulder, and a quick, bright grin came back to make him seem as beautiful and babyish as ever, the old man look swept away. He got his head down on the bed, on his right cheek, his eyes opening wider as he saw the ripe, richly ornamented redness of her pursed cunt. He moved slightly, and she saw his right arm move up on the bed as his lips drew tight to hold in his breath, and his face tightened. Then he closed his eyes, shook his head, and got up, bending over to ease the pressure on his cock.
She sat up and drew him to her, putting her face against his chest, ready to cry at some need strange to her.
"Go on and mow the lawn," she said. "Don't kill yourself with it, and come back in as soon as you get tired. I'll get some clothes on and make us some lemonade. Okay?"
He patted her head, and she sensed his pride in all that had happened. By God, her mind rapped, the church and the state would both burn me at the stake, but this little boy is now a little man. And God, I did it, with your help. Thank you, Father!
She was magnificently unconscious of any blasphemy at her pagan prayer. She had a very firm idea that the God who had made her as she was, and Benjie-type boys as they were, had intended all along that they should use their intricately formed, divinely pleasurable sex organs as much as humanly possible, in any way that was fun-happy and fuck-wild.
She passed a big mirror in the dark hall and grinned impishly at herself. "Dirty old woman," she hissed, and hugged at her boobs, still swollen and tingly from wallowing in sex.
She was properly pleased with what she saw. In this light, she judged, she looked nineteen or twenty, sixteen or seventeen years shy of her real age. If she had been able to forget her natural humility, she might have admitted that she looked incredibly young in any light.
She leaned her smoothly rounded belly against the working surface next to the sink, reaching for the bowl of fresh lemons from her own trees. The noise of the motor was already shredding the quiet heat under her elm trees and she watched Benjamin as he came into view behind the heavy mower, turned, and disappeared behind the hedge. Jane grinned again, looking younger than ever. "He won't be jerking off behind that hedge again today," she said aloud, and stood in a helpless, mild frenzy for a moment as the racing pictures in her mind blew a blast of cum-heat into her well worked slit. "I don't believe it," she said delightedly. "I simply don't believe it!"
When the big pitcher of lemonade was done, and she had pulled on a pair of shorts so soft and fine that the vertical line of her cunt showed in sweet intaglio, she walked out and shook her head at a sweating Benjie, who grinned at her and cut off the motor.
They sat in the shade of a big tree, with the boy drinking lemonade and eating the cookies Jane had brought out as if he were famished. Since Jane had left her breasts bare, she looked away quite often, feeling that Benjie might be shy of staring at them unless she seemed unaware. As soon as he put his lemonade glass down and heaved a sigh, she turned to him, smiling.
"Done enough for one day?" she asked.
"Oh, no, Miz Murray," he said quickly. "Just an hour. Maybe not an hour. I need more than that."
Something clicked in her mind.
"Did you have an early lunch?" she asked.
He took so long to answer, and had such a look of trouble on his face that she knew she had asked the right question, even if it had seemed utterly irrelevant. She arose in one easy motion.
"Come in the house," she said. "Right now!" But she smiled.
Despite his protests, she made him eat a thick slice of roast beef on a roll, a bowl of thick soup which she heated on her big stove, and poured him two glasses of milk.
"Honest, Miz Murray, I'm not hungry," he said. "My Mom works, and I get my own lunch."
"And you came around here this morning and I told you, after I said you could mow my lawn, to come back this afternoon." She shook her head. "I'll bet you didn't even go home at noon. How far is it?" She remembered his rattletrap old bike. He could have ridden.
"I live on Gates Hill," he said.
It was a poor part of town, the poorest, maybe, and a long way from this old, solid, prosperous part of Sonar Beach. And the boy had said, speaking of work, "I need more than that," meaning more than one hour's work.
She backed away from the subject, her mind racing. She decided to take the bull by the horns.
"Okay," she said, "let's let the sun dry out the back yard for a while-I watered most of it earlier. I've got some work you can help me with, upstairs."
When they went into her bedroom, she flung out her arms, said "Good Lord, it's hot up here!" and grinned at him. Doubtfully, he grinned back.
"The work I want you to do is pretty hard, Benjie," Jane said. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to take off these heavy shorts. And if you'll come over here by the bed, I'll take those trunks off of you."
His face was a study in frustration, but he did as she had ordered, letting out an audible breath as she patted his cock.
"Listen to me, Benjamin Dale," she said earnestly. "I've just decided something. I need company worse than I need my grass mowed. I'm just a lonely old widow, see? I need someone to talk to, to play with me. And the pay is just the same-two dollars an hour. Is that okay?"
Something had happened to his hard-on as he drank the lemonade, but now, standing with his naked body so near to hers, in this heat which seemed to lift them both rather than to enervate, it began to resurrect. And his body seemed to expand.
"Gee, Miz Murray, d'you mean that? I never got two bucks an hour before. A buck-fifty is about tops around here. It doesn't seem right. And 'specially when I, uh, well, don't do anything."
She took hold of his swelling organ, sucked on its plum-like head for a few seconds, and looked up at him, her eyes dancing.
"What makes you think you aren't going to do anything, Benjie?" she asked.
He protested that his feet were dirty, but she drew him down on to the satin spread.
"If you think I'm going to let you shower away that good taste, you're crazy," she said, leaning on top of him, kissing him, going boldly after his tongue now that she felt no more ice remained to be broken.
He was just a bit hesitant about the use of his hands, but she sat up, kneeling with thighs spread, and took his two hands. One, she pressed against the closed lips of her pussy, the other into the crack of her ass, all the while smiling down at him. She jumped astride him and took his cock, now hard as ever, and stuck it into her leaking hole, then back to press against the closed rim of her anus, pushing at him suggestively. She then pressed his hands into her armpits, clamped them on her breasts, watching his face.
"See," she said, "nothing's off limits to you, Benjie. And don't forget it. Now, is everything all right?"
For just a breath of time, she was afraid it might all be too much for him, young as he was, but he began to laugh and reached to take one of her long, full, firm breasts, so smooth and warm, with its light blue tracery of veins in its milky whiteness. He raised his head toward its swelling nipple, and Jane leaned down so that he could suck it into his mouth.
Many years before, when her breasts were first attaining sensitivity as well as woman's size, she had been allowed to take care of a relative's child, an infant girl. She had often seen the baby at its mother's breast, and was curious about the entire thing-but mostly, how it felt.
Thus, no sooner was she alone with the baby than she tugged up her sweater and the childish bra which vainly tried to restrain her burgeoning young tits, and gave her youthful nipple to the blindly seeking mouth. It was unbelievable. For the first moments, as she felt the powerful suction, she thought the child would literally suck the entire breast down its throat. Then, miraculously, a feeling of incredible pleasure burned in her breast and down through her belly as if on live wires, to light a corresponding flame in her pussy, also beginning to swell and mature.
It certainly was not her first masturbation, and certainly not her first orgasm, but it was the most memorable since it involved so much more than just the nervous, sharply titillating contact with her clit. In fact, as she let the infant suck on and on, she simply lay there with her fingers barely touching her cunt, enjoying the slow, successive waves of cumming roll over her, needing only the touch of her finger on her little bud to bring on another.
Afterward, to confirm the unbelievable power of that tiny red mouth, she had put two fingers where her young tit had been. It was true! Thereafter, she never sat with a nursing child without reliving the bounteously pleasurable experience, and later, as she grew, she gave her breasts full play in all her sex life, no matter with whom, boy or girl, man or woman.
She rolled down beside Benjie, who turned on his side, following the soft warmth of the breast, feeling the glow expand inside her, in her belly, in the hot fuckhole which now, thanks to her heat and her position, was beginning to gape open. She could reach his prick, and she was gently and expertly masturbating him, not to make him cum, but to keep his nerves taut and rasped and ready, and for her own pleasure in the contact. As hot as she was, even the palm of her hand, the inside of her fingers, had erotic nerves which tingled up her arms.
"I love this, Benjie," she whispered. "I hope you like it."
He nodded violently, the movement pulling the spit-slick breast from his lips.
"Give me your fingers," she whispered, taking his right hand.
She rubbed his first and middle finger in her flowing cleft, since she loved everything sexual, then put them into her mouth.
When she sucked as hard as she could, the boy's eyes opened.
"Golly, Miz Murray, I didn't know anybody could suck that hard," he breathed.
"You can," she told him laughingly, her cunt contracting at the thought. "That's how hard you should be sucking my titty. So try it again, but first of all, get your fingers back in me. There," she said, as she gave her body a wiggle, "Oooohh! That's s-o-o-o-o nice! Oooohh! Just go in and out gently until I begin to fuck against your hand. Do you remember where I showed you the hot spot was? Up higher? I want your thumb there, but not until I'm about to cum."
She was blazing inside, her cunt muscles nipping at his knuckles, and she said huskily: "Now, suck, baby! Suck mama hard!"
She began to cum immediately, but she held herself still with great effort, wanting to sense it all, to feel it roll through her guts, having the incredible sensation of something solid and hot actually coming from her ass. But at last she had to let it all go, and she held Benjie in an iron grip, determined that her wildness should not frighten him away from his chores.
He knew what was happening. The cunt felt, to his fingers, like a very hot, toothless mouth. The touch of pubic hair was exciting, a sign of sexual maturity, not entirely unknown to him, but seldom fully enjoyed, as now. The breast, too, was wonderful, more beautiful than any naked pictures he had ever seen; he thrilled at having its live, rubbery sweetness in his mouth, sucked deep into his throat, with Jane Murray's delicately acrid sweat to make it even better, wilder, more exciting than any previous sexual experience he had known before.
So he ground his thumb against her clitoris, although her screams, from just above his head, were deafening, and he let himself enjoy each last little pleasure, the slickly powerful grip of her straining cunt, the slick softness of the folded walls inside it, the vibrations of the marvelous body pressed against his, and of course the knowledge that his sucking on her breast and his play with her cunt was making this full grown, mature woman cum with a wildness he could never have believed.
"Did I frighten you, my dear?" Jane asked in a shaky voice, after she had relaxed and pushed Benjie's mouth from her tingling globe of breast meat. "You should be used to my emotional outbursts by now."
The boy giggled. "I had to do a lot of thinking to keep from shooting my wad all over your belly," he said. "And your bed."
"Benjie, you're too neat," Jane teased. "Before we're finished, we're going to spill your jism over every square inch of this big house! You hear? Now listen-everything we've done, we've been in a tearing hurry because it's our first time, right? So okay, except for that hard-on of yours, we ought to be able to take things a little easier. After all, we've got the rest of our lives to do this thing in."
"These things, you mean, not this thing," the boy snickered. He had lost his shyness, and Jane was satisfied. His raw display of need for money had touched her, and she wanted him in a frame of mind to accept whatever good she was able to do him. But the altruistic impulse did nothing to cool the fire in her body, nor did she mean it to. She had no guilt whatever for having moved into this child's life, changing his sex life, even, she predicted, ultimately changing his sexual attitudes so that he, too, would be without guilt, now or in the future.
She walked on her knees around toward his feet as he lay on his back, his prick hard and grossly red from heat, the big veins standing out in the smooth skin of the hard column. He was watching her with pleasure, his eyes first on hers, then on the long, weighty breasts that swung, pendulum fashion, the big nipples hard from her recent orgasm.
Slowly, her eyes on his face, her mouth beginning to shape an "O," the blonde woman lowered her head, her soft, warm hand reaching for his cock.
As she let the trembling prick into the warmth of her mouth, her hand gently closed on his balls. Heat had caused his sac to draw up tight; his balls were held against his hard organ, and she moved her hand softly, so that he could feel the deep sensitivity in his testes, his body moving involuntarily as Jane's slick lips and cheeks and tongue caressed the tender head of his penis. He knew, of course, that his semen and sperm were manufactured, somehow, by his balls, but only now had he realized that they could, if handled properly, contribute some finesse of sensation to his deep pleasure in sex. He felt almost a reverence for this woman, so beautiful, so much older than he, having what he thought of as a rich woman's treasury of worldly goods. It was all a part of this whirling, unbelievable today, in which he had been overjoyed at the thought of a few dollars for a few hours hard work, and now-all of this. Crazy!
He watched her blonde head moving ever so slowly up and down, his cock now showing, now disappearing in those beautiful lips. It was a marvelous sensation, made more so by the fact that, hot as it was, he felt he could control the time when his sperm would rip up out of him. Her brow was furrowed as though she were deep in concentration; as a matter-of-fact, she was being very careful, because she had her own plans for the disposal of this load.
In a very mature gesture, Benjie reached both hands down and buried them in her hair, and, when her slow rhythm of up-and-down head movement did not change, he let the tips of his fingers rest on her scalp, rubbing gently at the silken roots of her tresses.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Do you want me to cum in your mouth?" he whispered. "I'm in no hurry, I just want to think about it. Ohhhh, that's good!" as her tongue, which had been simply a cushion, wrapped around him. "Listen, will you suck my balls like you did downstairs? And can I see your, uh, your cunt, the way it was after you came to?"
His voice was taking on a ragged timbre, and there was an urgency in the slight movements of his hips. Jane's own cunt, so recently heaving and surging from the titty-cum he had given her, was strained with new desire, and she very carefully drew her head away, smiling at Benjie and holding his throbbing cock with gentle care, down near its base.
"I've got a surprise for you," she said, so low he could barely hear. "Let me look at your dear, sweet, great big prickie! Oh, God, I could almost cum just looking at it! Take it easy, Benjie, don't touch me, hear?" She was on her knees, straight up, her eyes closed, concentrating on something far removed from their sex organs. Benjie saw a broad, slick smear of clear juice running down the inside of one of her thighs, saw the haired lips pushed open by the powerful swell of the inner lips. I want to know how that happens, he thought. A pre-cum shiver went through his body, and he knew why Jane was concentrating so hard.
As the spasm receded, he whispered: "Your cunt's so sweet, so pretty, so hot and slick and full of juice! Can I suck it?"
"Oh, hush, you little devil!" she cried, but now she was safe from a premature cum, and laughing. "Yes, you can suck me! Yes, you can see my cunt! All stuck out behind, the way it was a while ago. And boy, am I ready for it!"
She kneed her way to the edge of the bed and got off, holding her legs wide apart. She took the shade off a big lamp near her dresser, and stretched her hand out to the boy. She tilted the mirror so that it caught her well below the middle of her strong thighs, and hugged Benjie to her with sudden passion. She kissed him, hard and quick, her tongue finding his hard and ready.
"Here it is, baby," she said thickly, motioning him behind her. "Look, but don't lick, not yet, anyhow. You'll get your chance to suck it in a couple of minutes!"
She heard him suck in his breath, and she knew that any man in his right mind would have been shattered with the lustful beauty of it. She wished she had thought to arrange two mirrors, so that she could see those hairy lips, puffed out so hugely by blissful inner heat, the inner lips much darker, now, with every surface vein in them blood-filled, throbbing, dying of the itch to partake of the release fighting to get out of this intensity of heat and pleasure-pain.
She felt his hands, and, in the mirror, saw that he was on his knees, his eyes only inches from that split softness of warm tissue and cum-wet hair, and that he was gently pulling the cheeks of her ass apart so that he could see every juice-pouring wrinkle in the slick valley.
"Okay," she said, effort keeping her voice steady, "stand up and get your cock ready. That's right. God, I wish you were taller. Grab the two phone books there. Stand on them. Ohhh, Christ! Easy! Don't even breathe on me; I'm so close to cumming!"
The seconds it took for him to get the thick books were enough to help her. She was so needful of his cock, of his spurts of semen inside her, that she shut her eyes hard, and prayed to her own understanding God to keep her steady.
She heard him whisper raggedly, "I'm ready!" and, in the mirror, saw his cock, looking really big, now, just an inch from her drooling cunt-mouth. The big muscle was out of her control, making a chewing contraction that was bliss indescribable, almost more than she could bear, and she grinned, thinking of how that chewing ring would come down on Benjie's prick. One thing for sure, unless he let go of her in panic, it would suck the life-fluid right out of him, suck at his cock as strongly as her mouth could, and, by pressing its hardness against the upper rim, give her the most excruciating joy a human can know. She saw the expression on his face, intent, joyful, and had a moment of clean love for him and what he was about to learn.
"Okay, Benjie, baby," she whispered as calmly as she could. "Push it in. The hole is at the top, can you see it?"
"I see it," he laughed chokingly. "It's winking at me! Wild!"
"It's going to clamp down on you, Benjie," she warned. "Don't be in a hurry. Grab me around the hips just as it goes in, and hang on. Watch it in the mirror, it's more fun that way!"
His breathing was hoarse and hard, and he laid the head of his cock very carefully in the cuntal opening, watching with fascinated gaze as it slowly, slowly, wetly, redly, disappeared in that sucking, churning slash of meat and muscle and membrane.
"Ohhhhh, Jeeeezussss, Miz Murray! Oh, God, how good!"
She felt her burst of orgasm begin deeper in her bowels, because of her clamped position, because the angle of his cock jammed it against her rectum, and ground the rectum, with its own sensitive erotic nerves, against the tail-end of her spine. She tried to think of all of this, to vision the hard cock grinding in her rippling vagina in the slippery dark, seeing it, somehow, out of her cunt and into her belly where it could touch and spray every inch of her guts, but she was lost in the red mist of a giant cum.
She did not know or care that she was screaming the most wanton phrases she knew; her throat felt as if it were splitting, and all she wished was that a cock as thick as her wrist was in it, hammering the back of her throat, stretching her gullet, pouring floods of hot, thick, slick, ropey semen into her stomach.
"Ooooohhhhh! AAAaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!" her clogged, inarticulate screams gagged her. "Ohhhhh! Benjie! Fuckfuckfuckfuck! In me, in me! Fuck! Cummmmmi Oh, God! Fuck me!" Until finally, as the boy's wild orgasm passed, and he let go of her thrashing body with his arms gone lifeless, she threw herself on the bed, still writhing from the blasting shock of cumming. Even then, her cunt still sucking, still burning its pleasure into her brain, she remembered something, and shakily got on elbows and knees, to hold Benjie's sperm inside her.
As she heard the little giant, as she now thought of him, begin to stir, she smiled. "Get up here," she whispered. "Don't rush it, but as soon as you can."
"I can right now, Miz Murray," he said, standing up, smiling. "I just knocked myself out hollering and fucking, the same as you. Jeez, it's more fun that way. I never was where I dared holler like that before." He shut his eyes in ecstasy, picturing again the sight of his cock sliding into that gripping pink hole, into the heat and slime and welcoming darkness. "What's that hard thing I banged against?" he asked, shivering at the recollection, climbing up onto the bed, looking again at the wet red rosette of flesh poking out from between their hairy guardian lips.
Jane waggled her ass, grinning back at him. "Do you still want to suck me?" she asked.
"With that big mess'of my cum in there?" he asked, his voice doubtful.
"Sure. Don't tell me you never caught a handful of it and tasted it," she said. "All men do that. Some drink it-say it all goes back into their jism-bank. Anyhow, I don't want you to swallow it; I want it."
Suddenly he laughed. "You want me to suck it out and keep it in my mouth," he marveled. "Jezz, Miz Murray, that's wild! What do I do, suck it right out now?"
"Yes. Get as much as you can. Just put your mouth over my cunthole and suck real hard. And then come around here where I can kiss you and suck it out of your mouth. Got it?"
She steeled herself for the suction. It would draw the walls of her vagina together; their quaking nerve ends, raw from the big orgasm, would give her a new wallow of joy. She shut her eyes and clamped her teeth together.
"Here I come," the boy laughed, and she felt that wonderful, horrible, hair-curling sensation of cunt walls rasping together, felt the rush of liquid, his semen and her own flow, coming out, and groaned in happy relief.
She rolled on her back, her eyes closed, and felt him kneeing his way up toward her head.
"Don't give it all to me at once," she begged. "Let me sip it, hold it back a little. Oh, God, put your hand on my belly and hold me down. I may start to cum again just eating that jism!"
Every atom of sense in her mouth and cheeks and tongue was involved in this belly-tightening work of lust and love. She felt the richness, the thick, oily flow come in against her teeth and into the dark where her exulting taste buds writhed in happiness. Her nose picked it up, too, the delicate wet-dog scent, and she thought that's me; that's from the hairs on my cuntlips, the wet hairs; is it the semen, too?
She swallowed slowly, carefully, like a miser hoarding gold. Every drop was a treat, every drop, and the thought of where it came from and how it had been stored in her body, kept warm as it mixed with her own discharges, made her feel that her mouth, too, was a cunt, or part of her cunt, and that her entire body was part of her cunt, only a framework to hold it. She shivered with a wild joy, and thought: I've never been this hot. Never.
When there was no more of her cum and his dribbling into her mouth, she ran her tongue deep into Benjie's young mouth, around his teeth, under his tongue, licking his gums all the way back to the hinge of his jaw. He was trembling and panting when she at last released him and lay back with a sigh.
"Golly, that was a hot thing to do, Miz Murray," he gasped. "I hope we do that again. Soon."
"Lie down," she said and smiled. "We do a little more of it right now."
He lay on his back. "I thought I got it all," he said.
"You like to look at my business, and you like to suck it," she said. "And I like to eat your cum. So maybe, just maybe, there's a little teeny bit of it left up inside of me. After all, my cunt gets in a cramped position when I'm on my hands and knees. Open your mouth and shut your eyes and I'll give you something to make you wise."
"To give me a hard-on," the boy said, and Jane, deeply surprised with the intensity of her feeling for this boy, bent and kissed him on the forehead, pulling back to look into his eyes. He amazed her by his ease, by his extension into what had to be an entirely new world. She would have to watch him, to be sure he retained his fine edge.
"Let me get over your face. See what I'm going to do? Put my happy old twat right over your mouth, then you can suck out anything that's left in there. You know about gravity? Gravity will help you get it all; you don't have to turn me inside out, you know, like you did with that last suck. "
She hung above him, letting him enjoy looking at her pussy, so completely open and exposed. He giggled, and stroked his fingers gently up and down the slick red valley. It was wonderful.
When he at last reached his arms up around her naked hips, she came down slowly, feeling her cuntlips opening, opening, more and more, and settled on him gently. "Can you breathe?" she wanted to know, and when he grunted happily, she said: "Suck away!"
Again she had that whirling feeling of being about to die from love and heat and sexual desire, but her need was not so fiery as it had been before, so she simply wiggled gently, feeling the inner lips go slickly across his mouth, feeling his tongue playing with her deepest sensitivities. Placed as she was, she could see his young cock; it had never completely softened, and now, wet with his cum-goo and hers, it gave a weak throb.
"Poor baby!" she whispered too low for him to hear, especially since her thighs pressed against his ears, and she blew a kiss to the wilted member, making a mental note to lick that final drop of cum-gravy from its swaddling foreskin.
In spite of her cooled-out condition, his sucking on her cunt was a joyful experience, but she knew that she must, by now, be thoroughly drained of every stray smidgen of jism.
She pulled away, strong and graceful as ever, and he pinched one of her breasts in his own stir of delight, smiling with his closed lips as she leaped and screamed softly.
He got up on his knees and held her like a bold and grown up lover, letting the last of the cum-cocktail roll into her pleased mouth, pushing each drop out with his tongue, letting his pleasure build with hers.
When they were through, and could both use their lips and tongues and teeth for talking, he sat on the edge of the bed, one hand on her nearest breast. "I hate the idea," he said. "I hate to say it, too. But it's about time I went home." He released her breast and turned to fling his small, muscular body on hers, and, to her amazement, she saw that he was crying.
She pulled him against her breast, holding his head like a baby's. "Benjie, don't cry," she said. "There's nothing to cry about. Can you come back after dinner? Is it that you don't want to go?"
"It's my bike," he said. "I've got to get home and take care of the young'uns. The reason I didn't go home at noon today was, I had a puncture."
She sat up indignantly. "What's the matter with your Mom taking care of them?" she asked sharply. "What time's she through with her job?"
"This is her night to work an extra shift," he whispered brokenly, trying not to sob. "Uncle Carl lets her have the extra work. I'm supposed to ride by the restaurant and she brings me out a bag of food to take home. Oh, Miz Murray," he wailed, "I should have walked my bike to a service station and got it fixed!"
She patted him on his lean, bare back.
"Don't worry, Benjie," she said. "It won't take either of us long to get dressed." Her voice was reassuring, laughing, but inside she boiled. His mother, whoever she was, laying this on a kid! And "Uncle Carl!" She knew that "Uncle" shit practiced on women too poor and too beaten to fight back. Had to work their asses off on some stinking job, then, as soon as they could get off their feet, had to get on their backs and work their poor, tired, drippy twats off, too. Just to keep a lousy job!
She was fuming as she drove her Eldorado Estate Wagon around to the front, where Benjie, his tears dried and another big sandwich in his hand, was waiting with his bike.
CHAPTER FIVE
Jane drove rather slowly, for her, taking young Benjamin Dale to where his mother worked. She wanted to think. After an entire afternoon totally devoted to some of the wildest sex she had ever experienced, made all the more salacious because her big-dicked lover was only thirteen years old and looked even younger, she needed to sort out her thoughts. There was still a marvelous, full, warm feeling where her weight and closed thighs pressed her responsive pussy against the warm cushions. It was wonderful, a teasing itch that made her glad she was a woman.
She felt absolutely no letdown, no post-coital depression, and neither, apparently, did the boy. He was open, unworried now that his immediate problems, getting his tire fixed and getting food to his sister and brothers on time, were being solved.
"Tell me, Benjie," Jane said in a joking voice as they waited in a service station for the tire repair, "did you ever have an afternoon like this before? I'm not being nosy, I'm really interested in you, and I never had any idea that a boy thirteen could, well, do as many things as you seemed to know. You and Chuck must really get around."
Benjie blushed furiously and looked away, but when she put her hand on his shoulder he turned around and showed a small grin.
"Talk plain, Miz Murray," he said to her. "What do you mean, 'do as many things?' That's no way to talk after all we did!" He laughed aloud at his put-on, and Jane, feeling a surge of warm affection, hugged him to her.
"It must have taken some courage for you to, you know, go down on me, on my cunt," she said in a low voice, amusedly aware that now it was she who actually felt embarrassment at such strong language. She dropped her hand to the boy's lap, knowing its warm presence would be interesting to Benjie and his cock. "When I was your age, not many boys did that."
"Not many boys do it now, Miz Murray," he said easily. "We got the idea-Chuck and me, I mean-from some magazines like that one, you know, that I found in the shed."
She squeezed his thigh. "Did I tell you I put that magazine in the shed especially for you, Benjie?" she asked. "I hoped you'd see it. I hoped it would give you a hard-on. Does that seem terrible to you?"
He shook his head, smiling faintly. "I don't care, Miz Murray. It was, uh, pretty nice, you know. I guess I told you I never did anything like that with a grown-up lady."
"You and Chuck do it with girls, then, is that what you mean?"
Again, just for a split second, he was prepared to be defiant, but his face cleared as she patted his leg.
"Look, Benjie, we're friends, you know," she whispered persuasively. "We ought to be able to talk to each other about anything. Or do anything the other asks us to."
He looked up at her with those blue eyes, under his long lashes. Those should to be on a girl, she thought. He smiled.
"Can I look at you?" he asked unexpectedly.
"You have looked at me. You looked at me all over, just an hour ago, remember?" Her heart was beating a little faster. There was an odd thrill in thinking of those hot young eyes on every last bit and part of her body.
He shook his head. "No, I mean really look. And have you tell me the name of everything. Will you?"
"Of course," she agreed, laughing. "When? After you feed the other kids? Tonight?"
"Not tonight," he said decisively. "Maybe tomorrow. You want me to come back tomorrow? The lawn's not finished."
She looked at him with affectionate amusement. He had been too quick to say "Not tonight." The other kids couldn't be too young, or there would have been a baby-sitter with them, what with their mother at work. His responsibility was to get the food home, that was probably all.
"You're going out with Chuck, aren't you?" she asked. "No, don't answer that. And don't get angry. It's none of my business. But I'll bet you don't have to stay in with the other kids."
He looked confused, and she took his chin in her hand. "Listen, Benjie. I'm not your mother. I'm not a teacher or a preacher or any kind of authority. Of course, I'm not your age, but if we're going to be friends, real friends, you're going to have to treat me as if I were the same age as you. Now, do you want me for that kind of friend or don't you? As good a friend as Chuck, as close a friend as Chuck. One you can say anything to. And I mean, anything. And listen, it has nothing to do with your working for me. I need the yard taken care of, and I expect you're a good worker. So if you'd rather not be so close a friend to me, and talk to me like you do someone your own age, you can still do my lawns."
In the midst of this long speech, which she meant with all her heart, she realized she was very close to tears. And she realized something else-that, for all their short acquaintance, for all their weird, wonderful way of knocking so many bars down from between them, her feeling of oneness, her feeling of being the same age with this boy, was valid and genuine.
"Miz Murray," he said in a low voice, "it's kind of hard to say these things to a grown-up person. Maybe it's not right, I don't know. But I know you won't rat on me or Chuck. Will you?"
She could not hug him, since the service station man was wheeling the repaired bike toward the car, but she whispered fiercely: "You better believe I wouldn't rat on you! Never!"
She let Benjie pay the fifty cents for the tire repair, using one of the two five dollar bills she had paid him. "Five hours, or almost five, at two dollars an hour. You earned it, Benjie!" It had almost been a big scene. It was obvious that this was a great deal of money to the boy. And it did him good to use his own money to pay.
They got the bag of food, Jane parking behind the restaurant on the highway, and noting that Benjie's mother had a very good, rather tiny figure, and, at the rather long distance, seemed extremely pretty. Dark, like Benjie; probably with the same blue eyes.
When they drove up the barren slope known as Gates Hill, Jane pulled off under a big eucalyptus tree. It was barely six, and the California sun was still high and hot, so the shade was welcome.
Jane had a moment of desperation. She could go home and pick up the telephone and have a wide choice of company, anything from a young college professor to the richest man in town to a girl friend. But she knew she would rather stay at home and be lonely, waiting for tomorrow. And this small boy.
"Benjie," she said, trying to keep her voice light, "I'd like to kiss you good-bye, but someone might see us, and laugh at you about it. Anyhow, it might get me hot all over again."
Now it was he who put his hand on her thigh. "I wouldn't care," he said earnestly. "If someone saw and laughed, I mean. I sure had a good time today. And I surely thank you for the money. I've still got nine-fifty. Wow! That's going to help Mom. You want me to get out here and ride my bike? It's only a couple of blocks."
"Don't be silly. I just wanted to talk a minute, that's all. I hate to say good-bye. I hope you and Chuck have fun."
He looked away, then turned to her, his face serious. "I'm not going to tell Chuck," he said. "No way. Anyhow, we're just going to talk. Listen, you really want me to talk to you?"
She took his two hands, small and beautifully shaped, and looked at him intently. "I really do," she said. "And I'll never, never tell a soul. Not even Chuck, if you say not to."
"We've been fucking Chuck's cousin," he said, blushing. "She's only twelve, but man! She's got hair under her arms and on her pussy like a grown woman. And she's trying to get Chuck's sister to fuck me. Because Chuck doesn't think he ought to, they're such close kin. But she's scared. Scared to fuck me, I mean."
He looked white around the lips, and Jane's heart swelled with pride at the confidence he had shown her.
"You mean Chuck doesn't think you ought to fuck his sister, or that she ought to fuck you?" she asked, fighting back a smile.
"No, no. That's all right with old Chuck! He doesn't think that he ought to fuck her. I told you that. I said it was because they're too close kin to each other."
"Well, maybe all she needs is a little time. Is she older than you? Or older than the cousin?"
"Naw, she's just a kid, too. Twelve, maybe. Her tits are sort of sprouting up. But nothing like Kedra, that's Chuck's cousin. Kedra Sande. Boy, has she got-but I told you that."
A bright thought burned in Jane Murray's blonde head.
"Why don't you and Chuck come by the house, if you're riding around on your bikes tonight?" she asked. "I'm not doing anything, and it's still going to be hot tonight, and I've got a refrigerator full of Cokes and stuff."
He waved a hand helplessly. "I don't know, Miz Murray. I would, but Chuck's funny about people. I'll ask him, though."
She let Benjie out at a plain, slate-gray house, and noted that its lawn was green and weD kept, roses climbed on the porch, and there was no litter. Two boys, about ten or eleven, were wrestling on the grass, but got up and ran to her young friend, yelling: "Hey! Benjie!" and obviously adoring him. An extremely beautiful young girl, almost an exact duplicate of Benjie except for a delicately molded and very feminine figure, came to the door and waved.
How's Benjie and his Mom going to keep good old Chuck out of that? Jane thought. That is, if he hasn't already gotten into her.
Her good-bye to Benjie, and his to her, came off easily.
Back at her hot, silent house, Jane undressed again, made a salad from fresh crab meat and avocados, and ate it with a crusty French roll and butter, and a half-bottle of some good beaujolais which Mr. Ackerman, her liquor dealer, had sent along with her last order.
She had expected to be lonely after the unexpected closeness she had felt with the young boy this afternoon, but instead, she felt relaxed, fulfilled, and happy. She still felt warm and alive in all her cuntal area, but the hot glow had gone, otherwise, she inwardly acknowledged, she might have climbed into a tub with her powerful water massage unit, and let the insistent flow of warm water tug at her cuntlips and softly lave her clitoris until she shook her tensions with a series of softly attained orgasms.
Her housekeeper, off for a couple of days, usually kept the house from feeling empty, but Jane was so comfortable in this home which her grandfather had built she needed to companionship except her own.
She was in the big front yard in the dark, gloriously nude and enjoying the feel of a canvas chair on her ass, when two bicycles swished softly down the long drive and stopped. There was some low-voiced conversation she could not make out, and then a voice she did not recognize said: "Well, I don't believe she asked us here, and I know damn well she's gonna throw us out, but you're my little buddy, so I'll go in with you. But where's the front door? This goddamn joint's like a castle. And wait up, will you? I've got to take a piss."
There was some moonlight where the boys were standing, and Jane had a good view of the tall boy's penis as he held it in his fingers and began to urinate on a bush by the walk. And she saw that Benjie had been right, it was big. Not twice as big as his own, but certainly bigger. Probably swollen just a bit from his need to pee. It excited her deeply.
There was too much at stake here to enjoy the fun of speaking up and startling the night visitors, so Jane waited until they had gotten almost to the house before she spoke.
"Benjie, is that you?" she called softly. "I thought I heard someone out here. Is it you?"
She heard a hard giggle and a hushed oath, and Benjie's voice, calm and prideful, said: "Yes, ma'am, it's me. And Chuck's with me!" She could dimly see the two figures, one tall, one short, coming toward her through the shrubbery.
"I'm over here in the shade of this big tree. Come on over."
They walked up quite near, their feet slowing as they came close, and, to shortcut the way to quick and easy friendship, Jane said clearly: "Chuck, forgive me for not getting up. I'm completely naked, so I'll just sit here until we get better acquainted. I'm glad you came with Benjie and I hope my nudity won't embarrass you. It's so hot."
Their young eyes were so used to the dark that, Jane knew, they could make out almost every detail of her body-the shape of her breasts, the darker blots of her areola and nipples, the very faint shadow of her very blonde triangle of pubic hair. And their age, bless them, their imaginations could supply everything else. Except, how could Chuck know of the floods of juice which were being hotly exuded from every pore in the slickness and gently heaving strength of her vagina? Benjie knew, that is, if he had time to notice.
The tall boy's deep voice said: "Well, um, if you-Benjie said-but I-" and Jane reached out impulsively and took him by one of his large, bony hands and said gently: "Come on, Chuck, sit down. You're with friends, isn't that right, Benjie?"
And, as the big boy, making a mumbling and happy sound, began to lower his body, Jane steered him so that he came down right at the side of her big sling chair, and she, keeping her hold on his hand, laid it on the smooth, rounded upper surface of her thigh.
"And you, Benjie, sit right by me on this side," she said. "There, now, nobody has to be embarrassed because I haven't got a stitch on my big old fat ass, do they?"
She laughed easily, and, after a gulping pause, Chuck managed a choked laugh. Benjie sat still, his eyes bright, looking from one friend to the other.
"See, Chuck?" he said. "Isn't she something else?"
Jane used her own hand to press Chuck's down on her thigh, feeling him stiffen, and said: "Who'd like a Coke, or something to eat? Benjie, you saw the refrigerator today, you know where it is. Pick up some Cokes and some cheese or ham or anything you want. The opener's in a drawer next to the sink."
When he had jumped up and left, she said: "Chuck, Benjie thinks you're the greatest guy in the world. Tell me, right now, if you're scared of me, and I won't come on so strong. That way, you won't have to be worrying that I'll rape you. But I like Benjie, and I want to be a friend to his friends. That's all."
The big, lanky body heaved itself up until Chuck was on his knees by the chair.
"Golly, Miz Murray, I don't know what to say. I'm not scared. I just never knew that older people could be so, well, plain and simple and not trying n to rip a kid off in some shitty-oh, pardon me!-sort of way." He dropped his head.
"I thought a rip off was to steal, but it can mean anything underhanded and shitty, is that it?" Jane's voice was easy. "Help me up; let's go over to that big mat."
He was taller than she; her breasts were just below his, as she faced him, and she put one arm over his bony shoulders and kissed him lightly on the mouth.
She saw Benjie and called him, and they all lay down on a king-size exercise pad, laughing, drinking, being friends, and Jane, rubbing Benjie's hard back in an excess of good feeling said: "Look, fellows, I want to lie back and be comfortable, but I'll feel very naked unless all of us are!"
It was too much for Chuck. He fell on Benjie's neck, rocking with laughter, and said: "Man! She's all you said and more!" and he raised his skinny butt from the pad, shucking his trunks as Benjie, standing, thumbed his off.
"Now, that's better," Jane said, and reached a hand to each cock. "Me and my two gentlemen friends, all in the same boat!"
She was amused that Chuck's big cock, although warm and fat, did not begin to throb to hardness, and amazed that Benjie's did.
"What did Benjie say I was, Chuck?" she asked, pulling his foreskin down until the head of his cock turned under at the tip, enjoying the hot male scent that rose in the heavy air.
"Uh, oh, gee, Miz Murray, yes, ma'am, well, what he said was-what did you say about her, Benjie?" If there had been light, his scarlet face would have matched the climbing roses on the tree, but Benjie bravely said: "Cut it out, Chuck. I told you she's a real friend. I said she was like thirteen years old, but a hundred times better."
In the dark, some hurdle having been surmounted, Chuck's prick began to take a hard shape, and Benjie, obviously interested, got on his knees to watch what Jane was doing.
"See, Miz Murray!" he said excitedly. "See! It's twice as big as mine! Wow!"
On his back, his face set in a mask of concentration, Chuck had his hands clenched. Now, as Jane stroked him more softly, he relaxed, and she pulled a hand to her crotch, wiping it into her hairy cuntlips just as she would have with a hard prick. She felt them part, felt the gush of her restrained cum-juices, and heard a gasp that was almost a groan from the tall boy.
"Wow, Chuck, that feels good!" she whispered tensely. "Benjie, come around here and squeeze my titties, please? Get behind me, get hold of both of them. Oh, wow!"
She felt a sweep of delicious heat flash through her on the breast-to-crotch axis, felt her anus quiver and tighten, and thought: Benjie, baby, you don't know it yet, but you've got a new experience coming to you.
He was pressed against her, his small hands grabbing as much of her lovely, pneumatic tit-flesh as he could, gone out of his young mind and forgetting to be gentle, which suited the needs of the wild animal in the woman. She was humping against the fork of Chuck's hand, getting ready for a big, gut-twisting cum, when sanity and a better idea joined in her mind.
"Hold it!" she said, raising her elbows to still Benjie's pressures, and, panting as if she just run the hundred, she leaned down and kissed Chuck, whose mouth was open to aid his own breath. He tongued her frantically, but kept his fingers buried in the close heat of her cunt, and she could smell her heat and his and Benjie's, all rolling up in a glorious cloud of lust.
"Listen, Chuck," she hissed. "I'll suck you off if you want, but right now, I need this big thing inside me, way up me, up me to my lungs, fucking me, banging me! Okay?"
"Gosh, Miz Murray, any way you want it," he gasped, and let out a cry of complaint as she let go of his cock, letting it wag free.
She kissed Benjie tenderly, looking deep into his eyes to make sure that this change of partners, certainly not leaving him out, would not leave him with a trauma. To her relief, his face was a perfect shrine of goodness, love, lust, all the things it should be, and she whispered: "Get down here and help us get it in!"
She placed herself on bent knees, straddling the skinny loins, and spread as wide as she could, holding Chuck's prick ready. To Benjie, she said: "Pull those big, thick lips apart, Benjie. You know where the hole is. Get Chuck's cock just into it. Ohhhh! Ohhhh God! Uuummmmppphhh! Oh, help me hold on. Chuck! Your mouth! Kiss me! Ooooohhhhh!"
The orgasm was hard but brief. She recovered quickly, and laughed down at the tall boy. She pushed her body down, knowing she was wide open, but something was blocking her from completely skewering herself. She could not see it, but she knew the trouble-some part of the outer lips was being dragged into her by the power of that cock, so much bigger than she thought it would be.
She disengaged her mouth from Chuck, panting. "Benjie!" she gasped. "Get in there with your thumbs in that soft, hairy part. When I lift up a little, pull it wide apart, hear? Don't be scared of hurting me. Ooooohhh!" and this came softly as she slowly lifted herself perhaps an inch. "Press and pull with your thumbs; let Chuck get into me! Oh, good boy, I can feel it opening up!"
She held her breath, and could hear both the youngsters, panting like dogs.
"Hold it open, Benjie," she ordered. "Hold those lips back so I can get it all in me! There! Ohhhh! Lovely! So lovely! Ohhh, I feel it hitting my womb! Chuck, do you like that? Chuck?"
There was a moan from the boy under her, and she said: "Okay, Chuck, I'm about to blow it, too.
I was ready to shoot, when my cuntlips jammed us up-you and that mule-cock! Goddamn! Ohhhhh! I can't hold it much longer!"
The great pressure of the big cock seemed to be stretching her to the point of unbearable pain, and she adored it. She was down on him all the way, all of that fantastic piece of meat deep in her, knocking hard on her cervix. The big barrel of the cock was holding back her own juices, but, once she began to pump, it would piston out of her like hot, clear oil. She was aware of Benjie kneeling at her wisely spread ass, and she wished that she had instructed him to shove it in her ass, but knew in her heart that it was too soon for such all-out closeness. She put a hand back to him.
"I'm going to lie down on Chuck and kiss him, so my yelling and screaming won't terrorize the neighborhood," she grinned. "You know I scream when I cum!" She touched his naked young body, so warm, so muscular.
"Lie down and pull one of my breasts to where you can suck it. When I start to blow, suck just as hard as you can!"
He nestled beside her and his friend, and she saw the white gleam of his teeth, the wet shine of his tongue as he wet his lips. Tenderly, he pulled the long, smooth, warmly heavy tit to his mouth, got the nipple and an inch of boob into his mouth.
At that moment, Chuck, unable to restrain it, felt a mighty throb deep inside, a rush of sensitivity to the burning head of his cock, and he leaped as hard as he could.
His hard tool, already nested against Jane's womb, buried so deep that her sweat and his joined in soaking their joined mats of pubic hair.
Her cunt closed on him just as her mouth came down to his, her tongue hot and strong and slick, and Benjie sucked so hard that she was almost paralyzed with the joyful agony which ripped across her, through her belly, and swirled inside her, making her vagina squirm and suck at Chuck's bursting penis as her clitoris seemed to burst, also; to burst into a release like the cutting of an abscess.
In the fiery depths of her belly, where everything felt the jet-quakes of sexual ecstasy, she felt a new stretch, a screaming stretch that came as a throb, and a boiling stream of sperm blasted into her, seeming to raise her up and up, as though her tightness could not take the greater size of his swelling cock, swelling with each spurt, could not swallow the blown gushes of male seed that pumped up out of the tall kid's nuts.
Dimly, she felt the vibrations of Chuck's happy groans, held his tongue between her teeth to keep from rousing the whole area with her mad outcries of pleasured lust, and realized that Benjie, a solid part of her cum-rapture, was still sucking on a tit so tenderized that the pain was just too much.
She fell away on the side opposite from Benjie, so as not to bury him, and emitted another, a softer scream of agony and joy as Chuck's prick, still hard, seemed to turn her sensitive vagina inside out with its withdrawing friction.
The entire scene seemed to have been played in a few moments, and yet the soft, warm night had taken on a faint edge of chill, so that Jane knew it was getting late.
She turned to Chuck and found that he had covered his eyes and was curled up as nearly into a fetal position as his lanky build would permit. Above his bony hip, the face of Benjie, indistinct in the gloom, was turned to her with bright attention.
"Come on, Chuck," she whispered. "Come on, Benjie. We've got to get up from here and go in the house."
CHAPTER SIX
At first, Jane didn't realize there was anything wrong between her and Benjie that next morning. She had heard him getting out the mower, had called and waved to him from her bedroom window, and he had waved back. She noticed that he had on a different pair of trunks this morning, not ragged and faded like the ones from yesterday, and had a wave of feeling for him-he was so young! These must be his "Sunday" surfers.
But, when she dragged a canvas chair over under the elm tree where they had had the lemonade, and called him to come over and say hello, she realized some monkey wrench had been tossed into the machinery of their relationship.
He had actually turned way from her as she reached for his crotch! She had held him, then, her face against his lean young belly, already sweating in the continued heat, and felt the rigid tension in his body. So, she reached for her coffee, which she had brought out, and released him, eyeing him steadily.
"Come on, Benjie," she said firmly, "what's the matter?"
And, when he shook his head, looking miserable, she forced herself to pretend anger and half shouted: "You tell me what's the trouble, Benjamin Dale, or you can just get your ass out of my yard and go home!"
He had broken down, then, and begun to cry, hard, dry sobs that broke her heart, and she gathered him into her arms as if he were a baby, and led him into the sun room, pulling him down on the couch where she had first enjoyed him and where he had had his first taste of grown-up pussy. Or at least that was what she felt was true.
Under her prodding, he cried out, seeming terrified by the idea: "Oh, Miz Murray, I've ruined you!"
When she shook him, laughing in his face, he said: "It's Chuck; I never should have brought him!"
"Hey, Benjie, don't worry," she soothed him. "Chuck's all right. He was a little quiet, last night. Maybe it was a little too much for him, having it happen all of a sudden like that. You told me that you and he had never fucked with a grown-up lady."
He refused to raise his eyes, and she said: "Okay, if Chuck doesn't like me, or is scared of me, I'll forget about him. That doesn't mean that you can't be my friend, or that you and he can't be friends. So don't be sad!"
"It's worse than that, Miz Murray," the boy muttered. "A whole lot worse!"
"Pooh!" Jane said, although she had begun to feel slightly apprehensive. "A kid, thirteen years old. Not that thirteen isn't almost grown up, but what I mean, what can he do to me?"
"It's not just Chuck, Mis Murray. You remember what I said yesterday--that Chuck's funny about people?"
"Sure. You said you'd try to get him to come over here, but you weren't sure he would. But he did come, didn't he? And I mean both kinds of come, Benjie!" She laughed and then was quiet.
"Yeah, but now I wish I hadn't brought him! I just never thought he'd be so-would be such a rat!"
Jane held the boy against her warm body with one arm, reaching behind her to un-knot the halter of her bikini. When her breasts were bare, she pulled his face into them, and whispered: "Take my panties off, Benjie! Go on; you said yesterday that you wanted to look at me. We're going to do it now."
She was pleased to note that, when she performed the same service for him, he was getting a hard-on. She rolled back on the bed and held out her arms, and he, still not meeting her eyes, got on the bed, too.
"Look at me, Benjie," she ordered him quietly, holding her thighs, her entire self, open to him. "Or fuck me or suck me or put your fingers into me, whatever you want. I told you I'm your friend. If you're not too tired from yesterday, you can prove it's true-we really are friends."
She was devastated when he flung himself on her, crying real tears. "I can't do it, Miz Murray!" he cried. "I'm a rat, too!"
She rolled onto her belly, putting a strong, soft arm over his boyish shoulders. "Come on, Benjie," she said once more. "Tell it to me. I might as well hear the worst. You say it's not just Chuck. So go on, tell me. Who is it?"
She waited for a new flurry of sobs to die down and once more asked: "What happened? What's the trouble? If it's not Chuck?"
He sat up, looking angry and penitent. "Chuck's a Jesus freak," he said, making a face. "He's got so I can't depend on him any more."
"I can see where, if a boy had a religious streak, sex might give him a sense of guilt," Jane said quietly.
"It's worse, Miz Murray, believe me," the boy said seriously. "It's not just Chuck, it's his whole family. At least his dad and mom. Did you ever hear of God's Little Brothers? They've got a church over on the highway, east of where Mom works."
Jane nodded. "The Brothers" were well known. A fanatic lot. Suspected of holding ritual orgies, followed by ritual punishment. "To drive out the devils," they were thought to believe. A woman who had once worked for Jane had told her the sect was brutal to women and girls where sex was concerned. "They want every girl to be a virgin until they decide to take her," the maid had said.
"Well, all right," Jane said patiently. "But if Chuck is so religious, how come he runs around with you, chasing pussy, and how come he's screwing his cousin, and wants you to bang his sister?"
Benjie shook his head. "He's like two people, Miz Murray. And right now's a bad time. For him, I mean. Did you know that every man in the church is a regular preacher? A real one, with a printed thing, and all."
"A diploma," Jane guessed.
"I suppose so. But a guy gets put into that when he turns fourteen. And I just figured lately that the reason Chuck's hitting it up so hard, in a few more months he's going to have to cut it out and be a preacher like his old man."
"I still don't see what in hell that has to do with me," Jane said, at last becoming impatient. "I wish you'd never brought him here, too, but that's done and over with. Let's forget him!"
"I-I can't, Miz Murray," Benjie said. "You know I told you he's been like two different people lately? I thought he was going to go out of his mind last night, ranting about a 'fine, rich, grown woman fucking little boys!' I think he plans to tell his old man!"
Jane sat still, letting the shock of this pronouncement wash over her, around her. "Maybe he was just upset, Benjie," she said at last. "What I put him through was sort of heavy. I can see where it might shake him up. But I promise you one thing, if old Darrell Knowles ever opens his mouth to me, or if anyone in his church bad-mouths me, God's Little Brothers had better get Big Brother on their side. They're going to need him!"
This bold defiance drew the last of the gloom from Benjie. He became more like the boy of yesterday and last night, throwing himself on Jane, getting as much of one of her still nerve-raw breasts into his mouth, sucking feverishly, playing his fingers up and down in her opened cunt, which, due to her excitement, was dripping pussy-juice.
At her smiling order, he got down on his elbows between her thighs. "Tell me what you see, Benjie," she asked, shaken by an inner trembling.
"Well, your cunt, Miz Murray. The two big whatchacallems on each side, the ones with all that hair. Damn! Old Kedra's got a lot of hair, but I don't think she's got this much!"
She felt him touch her in the oozing, quaking area just below her clit, and it felt so good that she held her breath. The threat of danger, she knew of old, sharpened all her senses.
There was silence and no movement from down near where her body lay open, and she raised her head to look. Benjie, his eyes closed and his face rapt, was licking his fingers.
Jane settled back, happiness making a big, warm, moist area of soft pleasure in her belly. As soon as he had looked his fill, had her instructions, he could suck her all out. And she would suck him. No more fooling with that damned lawn mower. Just love and sex and completion and fulfillment carried to the point of the sweetest exhaustion known to man.
She remembered something curious.
"Benjie," she said, "Darrell Knowles runs a hardware store. And yet you told me yesterday that he has girlie magazines, you know, sex books, in his store. If he's a preacher, and a hardware dealer, why does he have those magazines on sale?"
Benjie laughed. "Oh, my goodness, Miz Murray, they're not for sale. Chuck's dad keeps them hid. They're in box in the back of the store!"
He forgot it, then, and so did Jane. He put his thumbs where he had had them when he was opening her up last night for his big friend, and said musingly: "These big hairy cushions were going into you last night, keeping old Chuck's cock from sinking in."
"Are they bigger than Kedra's?" she asked, smiling. "What's her last name?"
"Yeah, I think they're bigger. Old Ked's kind of a small girl. Got big tits, and plenty of hair, but she's no bigger than my twin sister. The one you saw yesterday. Her last name is Sande. Kedra Sande. She's the one I said-well, I started to say it-you were tighter'n she was. Hey, what's that swollen-out thing up at the top?"
"I expect that's my clitoris, Benjie. C-L-I-T-O-R-I-S. It's like a, well, it's more or less the same on a woman as your cock is on you. Touch it, so I can be sure what you mean. Ohhhh! Good God! That's it! Don't! Not any more! Go on looking."
"Well, when I hold these big lips open, like I was going to lick you all the way up-golly, Miz Murray, this pink part is so pretty! So kind of grainy looking, and all wet, and smells so good!-anyhow, inside of them there's some kind of rolls of real slick, uh, meat, I guess you'd say, but not like skin. More like inside your lips, in your mouth. Boy, are they ever getting red!"
His voice was becoming husky; he was holding himself back with an effort.
"What else do you see?" Jane asked. "Wait-those slick lips inside-they are lips, you know-they're called Labia Minora, which is Latin. The thick ones on the outside, with all that hair, are called Labia Majora. 'Major' and 'minor' in medical language. Didn't you ever look at Kedra this way?"
His tone was disgusted. "Naw, that creep! She'll let us fuck her, let us pull on her tits, and stick a finger or two into her to get her hot, or to get us hot. And she'll let Frannie watch us-Frannie is Chuck's kid sister. But she won't just lie down and let us turn on the light and really look at her!"
Jane was overcome with a moment of empathy and pity for the twelve-year-old girl, willing to fuck, embarrassed that anyone should look at her parts. She ought to love them, be proud of them, Jane thought, furious at the thought of psychic damage done to a girl by hidebound ideas and restraints.
She heard Benjie's hard breathing catch, and felt his breath on her most sensitive spot.
"Benjie," she whispered, "do you want to watch me cum?"
At his choked assent, she said: "Look below. How does it look? See my little hole, sort of beneath the surface?"
"Yes, it's like, oh, that slick flesh just sort of kissing in together, holding you closed. There's some sort of clear juice coming up out of it, it's gathering in a little, oh, sort of a shallow place."
"You want that juice, Benjie? Suck it up. Easy, though. I'm almost ready to-what do say-blow it?" She laughed and went tense as the boy gently drew the pussy-nectar from "the little sort of shallow place," the portal to her vagina.
Her hands were braced against her hips, and her belly was trembling. Her clit was throbbing, now, much the same, a male friend had long ago told her, as a man's penis throbs when it is strained to the limit with engorged blood and feelings.
"Now, Benjie," she said, her voice trembling, "suck on those inner lips. Take them in your lips, very softly. Suck gently, and tongue them gently. There's a lot of juice coming out of them, too."
"I see it!" the boy's voice trembled. "Oh, God, Miz Murray, I want to cum, too."
"Okay, Benjie, but first, make me cum, and watch it." She had a sudden thought. "Maybe I'll help you get Kedra to let you look at her. And lick her!"
"Oh, wow! That's too much, Miz Murray. Hey, are you ready to cum yet?"
"Keep sucking on those inner lips, Benjie," Jane whispered. "Suck nice and slow and easy. Then, two things. First, slide down and really suck on my prickhole-just one quick suck-and then, come up and start sucking on my clit. Oh, God, take it easy!" she cried. "Don't bite. No, damn it! BITE! Now, suck! Now-Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! That's itttt! Hard! AAAAaaarrrgggghhhhh! Oh, dear GODDDDD!" and her straining ass seemed to leap up off the couch, shaking, turning, twisting, while a small boy with a big hard-on knelt between those beautiful, powerful thighs, intent on the cunt which seemed to open and close like a gasping mouth.
When the woman dropped to the bed, whimpering in joy, her eyes closed, she tugged a pillow down, raised her body, and put the pillow under her ass. "I'm tingling all over, Benjie," she said in a husky voice. "You sucked me just beautiful!"
Her cum-pain, its wave of hot joy having seemed to wash out and away from her, was now a highly concentrated sense of deep itch, a needle-sharp feeling that seemed deeper than her guts, farther up than the covering pad of flesh which, thickly haired, protected the now shrunken clit. The intensity of it gave her a chill of convulsive feeling between her shoulders, between her breasts. She suddenly put both hands down to cover her wide open twat, wanting the boy so badly that she could, quite literally, taste it, getting the taste sensation of his unwashed prick through her imagination and, from that hazy point, richly in her mouth and throat.
"Hey, Miz Murray," came a mock plaint, "I was just getting ready to shove it in."
"Oh, Benjie," she gasped, a new necessity making the words catch in her throat, "I want it, believe me, I want it! It's so sweet, so hard, so big! I feel it against my thigh, don't I?" And she raised one knee, feeling juice slip out of her relaxed vagina.
She raised her hands to the boy's face, thinking: I'm being selfish; he needs to cum, and found her hands wet. The deep realization of the source of the wetness aroused her again, and she whispered urgently, her mouth dry, "Come up here, quick, Benjie; I want a kiss. Then you can fuck me, and do it any way you want!"
He was delighted, shoving his tongue into her mouth with the same abandon he had felt while he was licking her pussy, and she, licking his lips and chin and cheeks, almost came again at the taste of her own genitals. His hard young chest, pressing against her swollen breasts, burned new paths of pleasure through her, and she held him away from her a second, smiling into his eyes.
"Benjie," she said softly, "you may not know it, and you may not believe it, but I'm enjoying you more than any man I ever knew! Would you like me to suck it? Just a little?"
He almost whinnied in joy, and she knew that it was the novelty of a complete suck-off, an excursion further into sex than he and his pal Chuck had been able to persuade Kedra, or, of course, any other of their young girl friends. And Jane suspected that there were several others.
CHAPTER SEVEN
She spread the youngster's hairless thighs gently apart, putting her left hand under his hard little buttocks, wiping her fingers up and down in the highly scented crack of his ass. With her other hand, she stroked gently along his belly, away from the youthful bush of pubic hair which ringed the base of his cock, and letting her breath play softly on his distended penis, so hard now that its purplish head thrust out from under the foreskin.
There was the deeply lustful scent of humid skin that has been kept overheated in its dark contact with its neighboring membrane, and there was the rank fragrance of semen and her own cum-fluids, left from yesterday's wildness. Her breasts ached with their heavy load of sex heat, and she felt a new crawl of that same deep itch at the roots of her clitoris.
Benjie was lying still, but his body was tense, and Jane had her eagerly drooling mouth poised in a sucking "O" just above the trembling cockhead when they heard footsteps on the concrete of the driveway that came around the house, and a familiar voice called "Hey, Benjie! Hey, Miz Murray! Where are you?"
There was no trace of panic in Jane's breast as she rolled off the couch. She kissed Benjie hard, smiling at him as she reached for a playsuit.
"Get your trunks on and go out," she whispered. "Don't worry about him-I know how to handle him, believe me!"
As she stepped into the revealing playsuit, standing where she would be shielded from any watcher on the outside, she grinned at the effortless strategy which Benjie displayed. He had immediately darted into the kitchen, and his bright trunks were already on him. He's a schemer, Jane thought admiringly, and was proud of his ability to think under pressure.
She heard the kitchen door open onto the patio outside, and Benjie's voice: "Hi, Chuck! I was just getting a drink. What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were sort of against Miz Murray."
She heard Chuck hiss: "Shut up, you fool! Do you want to ruin things for me?" And then there was the rise and fall of young voices, but she could not make out their words.
From her inner store of adventure-love and sexual strength, Jane felt a hidden surge of fuck-fever well up in her, a desire centered on the two boys. And with it, a daring, mischievous compulsion to stick her tongue out at fate, a childish need to laugh in the face of danger.
She had gone upstairs and was in her room, and now she went to the big rear window and called out: "Who's down there with you, Benjie? It sounds like that lovely, wonderful friend of yours. Is it you, Chuck?"
The two boys moved out where she could see them, looking up at her, and Chuck's young, homely face was so free of guilt that, for a moment, she doubted Benjie. Then the tall boy spoke and smiled, and there was such a scheming, crafty quality in his forced grin that she knew she couldn't trust him. But the spirit of mischief, the desire to pay him off for his perfidy, still delighted her, and she cried gaily: "Come on up, you two, while I dress!"
She stepped into her big clothes closet as she heard them coming along the hall, and stepped out with an armload of fluffy clothes protecting her from the front. She heard Chuck draw in a breath, and purposely let her load of garments move down, so that one of her fine breasts was bared, and one long, beautiful leg was exposed up to where it joined her body. She was also aware that her naked backside was limned in the tall mirror, so that both boys could see it, and she was pleased at Benjie's cool. Without a doubt, he had totally accepted her avowal that she could take care of any trouble that Chuck or his father or his entire church might bring on her, and his expression showed that he was enjoying the sex parade Jane was putting on.
Her eyes sparkled as she said: "What shall I wear, Chuck? You saw me in my plain old bare skin last night-which of these pretties would you like to see me in?"
She tossed the armload of negligees and nightwear on the bed, totally unconcerned that she stood naked, blonde cunt the central point, her proudly tilted breasts above, her woman's form so gently molded for love and lust.
She enjoyed the unrehearsed start which Chuck made, the instant, involuntary gesture his hand made toward his crotch, and held up a diaphonous shortie nightgown before her. "Is this too thick?" she asked coyly. "Or too long?" and she lifted one perfect thigh to show that the gown did not quite cover her patch of hair. "Would you like to help me get it on, Chuck?"
She felt no shame at using her sex to disconcert this boy. If what Benjie said were true, and she did not doubt it any longer, she meant to use him and her sexual power over him to blunt any attack which might come from his father.
She laid the thin nightie in his big hands, and turned slowly, giving him every chance to see every little goodie she possessed, so plain now, in this good light. And at last, when he clumsily tried to help her, with his face going red and confused as his fingers seemed to turn into thumbs, she warmly, firmly, thoroughly stroked his hardening cock through the fabric of his swim trunks.
She knew it would be too much for him, but had not thought it might also be too much for her, and she could not help taking advantage of his helplessness, his boyish lust, his juvenile confusion.
Looking past him at Benjie, who smiled and shrugged, convinced that she could, in fact, handle any situation, she gave the boy a conspiratorial wink and gently moved toward the big bed.
"I can't help it," she gasped, pulling Chuck's face down to hers. "Kiss me, Chuck! Oh, my dear! Let me see your cock, your huge, lovely, hard cock!" She waved her fingers toward Benjie, hoping that he understood she was exaggerating her interest, and used the other hand to try to push Chuck's surfers down, panting for real as she saw it come bursting into the light, its broad, soft head turned dark reddish-purple from his violent heat.
She felt that teasing stab of hidden itch, that wild inner frenzy that brought a hot trickle of clear cunt ooze rolling down her inner thigh. And then, holding the skinny boy's cock in a firm grasp, she said thickly: "Let me suck it a minute, just to get it good and slick!"
"Oh, blessed Lord Jesus," Chuck said in a rasping whisper, his eyes closed against the swirl of desire that tightened his young balls. "Go easy, Miz Murray! Owww! Oh, that's tender!" He fucked against her mouth, where it had knowingly, warmly closed on his cockhead, and Jane felt the hard bar with its cushioned head touch the back of her throat.
She backed away, just for the rank pleasure of wrapping her tongue around the gamely scented mouthful, and tweaked the kid's big balls with rough tenderness.
She pulled her mouth away, wishing she could swallow that load of cum, but still more, wanting that implacable gut wrench stretching the sensitive, strong walls and opening of her cunt.
"Benjie," she said softly, "get on the bed. No, turn that way. Chuck," to the tall boy who now was kneeling, confused, his cock jerking slightly with his every heartbeat, "get behind me, on your side. Let me suck that big thing again-there, he's slick enough....
She felt the gathering of sexual fire in her loins, in her vagina, around the mouth of her womb, and closed her eyes against the shivery thought of that unbelievable young cock smashing against her cervix. Benjie's eager cock, still awaiting its own turn at cumming, was hard again, and right at her lips. Her voice was husky with deep need as she said: "I want you to see everything. Look in that mirror, Chuck. You can see Benjie's prick going in my mouth. When he comes, you'll see him jerk, and you can see my throat work when I swallow his jism!"
ChuckVvoice was a croak: "You're going to swallow it?" he asked, and she could feel his cock jerk strongly against her ass.
"Sure," she said through wet lips. "Here, give me your cock. In my hand. I want to guide it in. Ooooh, that's going to be so good!" She felt her cuntlips, literally lathered with the juice that had built up under Benjie's tongue, under all this play-acting, and parted them with her little finger before she began strongly wiping Chuck's hard tool up and down in the hotly streaming slit.
With her lips, she gently nibbled at the flaming head of Benjie's cock, moving her head toward it, and the eager boy pushed in quickly, jumping as he felt the warm, strong curl of her tongue go around it, lick it. He shoved hard, loving the close feel as he went beyond her tonsils, deep into her throat. That dumb cocksucker of a Chuck! Of course Miz Murray would swallow it! She loved it! Anybody but some dumb Junior High School girl would swallow it!
He heard his tall friend groan, and felt Miz Murray leap convulsively. In the mirror, plain as day, he saw Chuck's big tool come out, shining with the beloved nectar which Jane's cunt provided so generously, and the sight made the closing of her throat muscles all the more unbearably lovely.
He felt a warm hand tugging at his leg, and lifted it so that his thigh lay across her shoulders. He looked down and saw the puffed out nipple and areola of the breast nearest his hand, and began to squeeze it, hard, as she liked, and she quickly reached down to her cunt, the upper part of its lips not being touched by Chuck's tool, and wiped up some of the gooey stream with her hand.
She held the fingers to Benjie's lips, and, over the quivering hair and his smooth young belly, she saw his grin of surprised joy.
He felt the cum-itch touch him, and closed his eyes, hoping to prolong this marvelous treat, but could not stand it, and opened his eyes to get the full effect of the lewd picture in the mirror.
They had somehow fucked themselves a little more away from the glass, and he could see Jane's cunt, seeming to be pulling out with each withdrawal of his friend's prick, see the broad, shiny stream of slick juice which was being pumped out to spread and run down the beautiful curve of her soft asscheek.
He felt, rather than heard, her deep moan; its vibrations gave a new rising of hot feel in his youthful cock, and the nipple between his fingers grew harder and harder. There was a sudden cool feeling in his cock; Jane had pulled her mouth away from it, but she was jerking it very softly, very sweetly, with her warm hand, and was sucking both his balls deep inside her mouth. He looked up to see Chuck's eyes, bright with fuck-mania, regarding him steadily, and he felt Jane's unseen hand working behind him, pressing on his asshole.
With a desperate effort, he arched his back so that his face went down to her pussy; she raised her leg and tossed it over his head, so that he could jam his lips and tongue right into the upper part of her cunt, where the cushioned pubis divided, where the overhang of flesh, now drawn back by her movement, left her excited clitoris open to him.
Right at his eyes, Chuck's cock, richly slick with Jane's cum, plunged in and out; as he drew back his lips to close in on the twitching bud of nerves and flesh, they were grazed, in and out, in and out, by the slam of the other boy's meat.
Every lively nerve in Jane's mouth and tongue was feverishly trying to get everything--feel, taste, aroma, smoothness, heat, action-that Benjie's boyishly enthusiastic cock could give her. Her throat muscles, swallowing steadily, felt the smooth, hard slide of hard peter, with its marvelously silken head.
She was pleasured beyond belief in her cunt, where Chuck's big tool was going as deep as any prick had ever been in her. He was stabbing at her cervix so powerfully that it pained her with a gut-deep pain, so lovely that tears were streaming down her cheeks. And, now that that beautiful, perceptive little man, Benjie-my Baby Benjie, she thought, enraptured-was rolling his hard, sweet tongue over her bursting clit, she soared upward, slowly at first, then faster, faster, higher, further, into that world of warm black light where her pulse seemed louder than any bass drum, and her throat strained as she screamed silently as Benjie's sperm shot into her throat.
Behind her, she heard the lanky thirteen-year-old wheeze and pant as he plunged into her, deeper, harder, but was only intent on the musky, saline delicacy of Benjie's seed, his thickly curdling jets of semen, letting it flow around and under her tongue, getting all of its savor, then, sucking it down to her welcoming belly.
She let the smaller boy's softening prick go, giving him a long, sucking kiss on his balls, and quickly turned so that Chuck's hard cock was jerked out of her.
He screamed in disappointment, but leaped with joy as she went down on him, driving her head at him so hard that half his cock bent and twisted into her throat.
He opened his eyes to watch it, ashamed that he could not get his gun off in that marvelously tight and active sheath, and saw little Benjie, his eyes bright with lust, diving into the blonde-lipped, wide open pussy, his tongue working into the slit, reaching, delving, while his lips sucked busily. The sight of it was just what Chuck needed.
"Ohhhh my God!" he cried, pumping furiously as his big wad of sperm boiled up his tubes, spurting against the sucked-in cheeks of the lovely, mature woman. For a moment, he loved her deeply, forgetting his hypocritical disgust of the night before, forgetting the crude condemnations, partly lies, that he had sounded to his father. He felt her sucking, unbelievably, he saw she was swallowing his cum, and he let the great feeling go through him.
Jane was groggy with sated passion as she let her mouth slide from Chuck's penis and rolled onto her back, her tongue automatically feeling for any stray drops of youthful sperm that might have slipped from her closed lips. She felt no anger at Chuck in spite of her certainty of his conniving plot, only a remote adoration for the male prowess, the male equipment, the lovely, slick juice that shot in fantastically generous gushes from those strong, delicate balls. At her pussy, tired, warm, happy, she felt Benjie's breath, and put her hand in his shock of dark hair, patting him lovingly.
"Only thing I didn't like about that was that I couldn't let it all hang out, and scream like a fire siren." She tousled Benjie's hair and said: "I really let it go, don't I Benjie?"
He leaned close to her and she kissed his face thoroughly, once more enjoying the flavors from her cunt, reminding her of old joys. "What do you think, Benjie, shall we ask Chuck to have lunch with us?" and, as he drew away, she winked at him.
"Sure, why not?" he asked and smiled. "The food's great around here, but none of it's as great as this," and he patted her wet pussy.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Jane moved around the kitchen, wearing nothing but a bright towel around her loins. It was very hot, and she had sweated heavily; it was one of the enjoyable features of the mini-orgy that the acridity and salt of male sweat mingled in her mouth with the slickness and mild salinity of male jism.
She heard the boys talking, heard voices raised as if in anger, but the two were friendly enough when they came into the kitchen, although Chuck looked a bit wary.
They ate cold ham and cold crab cakes with fresh bread and kosher kill pickles. Jane had a beer and gave milk to the boys. She remembered a dish of hard boiled eggs she had in the fridge and got up to get them. When she came back, Benjie playfully put an arm around her bare rump, and she affectionately leaned against him, his young, flushed face feeling warm against her smooth belly.
She looked at Chuck to try and guess if this morning's fun had had any effect on his attitudes, and could not tell anything. Benjie's hand, creeping under the towel, brushed against wet pubic hair, and he made a small sound of pleasure. Chuck looked at them both, trying to smile.
"Go on, Benjie, ask her," he said. "You promised you would." He looked fussed, and Jane, who had always found it hard to sustain ill feeling against any male who fucked her, said: "Ask me what?"
"Well," Benjie said, drawing the word out, "Chuck wanted me to ask you if you-like, uh, you know-ever went out shopping or anything like that. In the afternoon, I mean." Benjie, too, was flushed with effort.
"Wait a minute," she said. "You and Chuck want to bring a girl over here. What'shername. Yes, I remember now. Kedra. Chuck's little cousin, right?" She chuckled. "Need a little more privacy?"
"Hold on," Jane said coolly. "Let's not race our motors. This sounds like it might be fun. But I don't get it, Chuck. Somehow, just as a sort of intuitive feeling, not only last night, but just a little while ago, that you might be cooled out a little on sex. You seemed sort of, oh, I don't know, disapproving."
"No, ma'am, Miz Murray, not really," Chuck denied. He flashed a killing look at Benjie. "I was, well, sort of, maybe taken by surprise last night. I'm sort of scared of grown people. Most of them are real tough on kids."
"You told me that, last night, Chuck. You seemed to want to be friends, then. But you didn't seem'so enthusiastic about it this morning. Or am I wrong?"
Chuck hung his head. "I'm kind of mixed up, Miz Murray," he admitted. "A lot of things are happening to me, here lately. Sometimes, I swear I don't know what's wrong and what's right." He said. "Benjie takes everything I say seriously. I guess it's real nervy of me-of us-to want to bring, uh, another girl over here."
Jane was completely entranced with the boy. Even if Benjie had understood exactly what Chuck had said, and even if the older boy had meant it, he had, superficially at least, endeared himself to her. That phrase, "another gir!" was sweet and charming. To be classed as a girl by this juvenile, even if he had lumped her in with "grown ups" before, was delightful.
She looked at Benjie, who was slightly discomfited.
"I think it would be just lovely," Jane said. "Bring your little sister, too, Chuck. The one that, you know, watches. Did you plan on bringing her?"
The tall boy flushed deeply. "You don't even sound like you thought there was anything wrong in that, either, Miz Murray," the boy said. "Well, she's human. I know she wants it. She ought to, anyhow. She really ought to." His voice was rising as though he were trying to convince himself as well as Jane. "Besides," he said, "I know she likes Benjie, and he's my friend."
Jane felt no irony as she said: "Well, those certainly are some pretty good reasons. I agree with you, that she ought to want it. Does she really like to watch? I mean, does she really look closely while you and Benjie are fucking Kedra?" She felt her voice get tight, heard it come from her throat with a husky note.
"She gets her nose right up Kedra's ass, Miz Murray, the boy declared firmly. "She must be as hot as a firecracker. I can't tell, because she doesn't holler or wiggle or anything, but I swear I think she pops her nuts-oh, pardon me, ma'am-every time Kedra does."
"And is Kedra all that hot?" Jane asked. It was important to her, somehow, that she know all she could about these two daring young girls. She giggled, herself feeling a bit school girlish, heat in her belly, excitement clogging her throat.
Chuck made a rather comical face. "All I can say is, she's always ready, right, Benjie? and you don't ever have to spit on your dick when you put it in her-she's juicy, real juicy. Like you, Miz Murray," he acknowledged. "And she seems to be cumming all the time, yelling, humping, grabbing you, throwing you clear off unless you hang on. Really hot, yes, ma'am."
"Benjie says she won't let you eat her pussy," Jane said, wondering if this knowledge on her part would turn the boy off.
"Naw, the idiot," Chuck said. "One time she did, when she and I first began to do it-she didn't even have any hair on it then, and it wasn't anything much to look at. Or to taste, either. It was the idea I liked. And then, I wanted her to suck me off."
"And did she?" Jane asked, her heart beating heavily. This was great. This was sex. A new dimension. She had fucked with others around, many times. But never with young kids going at each other, never with a young girl frozen into a safety she might have hated, but hungrily watching another girl "get it" as Chuck said.
"Yeah, goddamn it," Chuck said. "But when I began to cum, she jerked her mouth away and let me shoot it all over the furniture. Jesus, Miz Murray, you swallowed it!"
His voice was worshipful, unbelieving. "Mine and Benjie's too."
Jane moved away from where Benjie still had an arm around her.
Let's change the subject;" she said lightly, or I'll get so hot I'll have both you studs upstairs, fucking all that jism out of you so you won't be able to do Kedra any good. Or Frannie, either. It is Frannie, isn't it?"
"Yeah." Chuck was obviously relieved, obviously excited. "Don't worry about Frannie. As long as one of us can get it up to stick it in Kedra, that's all Frannie wants. The dummy!"
"You really would like to see your sister get into it, wouldn't you Chuck? Is that something new with this generation? That boys like to see their sister getting screwed?"
"Don't put anything like that on my back," he said defensively. "I know guys that fuck their sisters. What's wrong with it if they both want to? If they're doing it with strangers, why not keep it in the family? If a girl wants it and isn't getting it, she'd probably appreciate her brother giving it to her."
"Of course," Jane said, placing her hand on Chuck's head. "It's okay. When do you want to do it?"
Benjie squirmed, looking guilty. "Look, Miz Murray," he said, "this wasn't my idea. Chuck sort of pushed me." He stopped.
"All right," Chuck said. "It's not Benjie's fault. None of it. But I just thought-hell, Miz Murray, the way you were last night, I figured you'd do anything. Anything with sex in it," he finished.
"I still don't get it," Jane said, and then a light hit her. "My God!" she said beginning to laugh. "You mean you already invited them? You were that sure, Chuck?"
The tall boy, blushing again, tried to meet her eyes, then, following her example, produced a laugh. "They're here right now, Miz Murray. They rode their bicycles over right behind me," he said.
Jane shook her head unbelievingly. "Bring them in," she said. "Or would it be better if I asked them in?"
"No, ma'am, better let me. They're kind of skittery," Chuck explained. "They've been waiting quite a while."
Some ancient vestige of propriety made Jane run upstairs and put on a dress. It barely was a dress, since it stopped just below the plump, firm cheeks of her ass, and in a good light, one could see a few tendrils of crisp, curly blonde hair below the hemline. But she was covered, and she trotted down the stairs almost breathless, feeling a strange excitement rise in her breast.
She was almost knocked off her feet. She had expected rather hard, defiant, gum-chewing delinquents, but instead, these were quiet, well mannered young ladies. Twelve years old? Unbelievable! This generation! she thought. When I was twelve, we looked twelve!
And Chuck introduced them without a hitch, as though he were a graduate of the La Jolla Cotillion Club. Jane was impressed.
She knew which one was Kedra without being told. "She's got big old tits," Benjie had said, and those lovely breasts did look big on that small, brown-haired girl, her young face completely devoid of any make-up, even eye shadow, and her long, straight hair as clean and shining as her face.
And Frannie was just unbelievable. Almost as tall as Jane, with a sweetly solemn look on her young face, framed in blonde hair, and a body that was just beginning to ripen. Clean boy-style shirt, jeans faded nearly white, with the big patches that all kids, boys and girls, seemed to feel were obligatory.
"It's so nice of you to let us come, Miz Murray," Kedra said, and then, apparently feeling she might have said something wrong, blushed and said, "I mean to let us come over" and Benjie, trying to smother a laugh, exploded, and the ice was broken.
Jane reach out her arms, and Kedra, blushing slightly, clung to the older woman, shaking a little, and Jane was worried until she realized the girl was quivering with laughter.
The solemn look had gone from Frannie's face, and Jane, suddenly feeling an incredible kinship with these two half-grown children, held out her arms to the tall blonde girl. And got a warm, pleasant shock.
It had been sweet and warm, holding the first youngster, but there was something closer, more intimate, in this brief touch of Frannie Knowles against her own sensitive body. In the first place, it had to be the breasts. Possibly not as large as Kedra's. But very definitely there, and exactly the right placement to press their hard nipples exactly on Jane's. But there was more to it than that, too.
There was an invisible something, a sort of current, between them, the woman of thirty-six, the girl just a few months past twelve. It was a girl-to-girl feeling, and Frannie knew it even before Jane, for she moved in an almost imperceptible way, her smooth young belly going from side to side, her young crotch rubbing ever so gently against Jane's.
And suddenly, Jane knew there was such a thing as ESP, knew that she had sensed this girl's presence long before Chuck had mentioned her and her cousin being outdoors. Without self-consciousness, she kissed the girl on her cheek, and the tall child wriggled closer as if she would push her body clear into Jane's, murmuring something Jane did not quite catch, although it definitely ended in sister.
If they don't feel guilty or embarrassed, I damn sure don't, Jane thought, feeling somehow enriched, and she pulled back to look directly into Frannie's eyes, then kissed her full on the mouth. "Did you call me 'sister'?" she asked softly, and the tall child hugged her hard, laughing delightedly, and replied: "Yes, I did. And I never met anybody any more my sister than you!"
Kedra was holding tightly to Chuck, adoring him with her eyes, her young, firm body warmly pressed against the ungainly youth, and she looked at Jane, shaking her head, and said: "I never knew Fran to talk like that before. Oh, Miz Murray, are you really like the boys said? I just can't believe it!" She reached out and touched Jane's nearest breast, looked at Frannie and said: "She hasn't got any bra on!" in a tone of wonder.
"No panties, either," the tall girl said. "Oh, she's so tough! So marvelous!" She hugged Jane again, fiercely this time, and the older woman, completely relaxed and at home, said: "How am I tough, Fran?"
The girl kissed her. "Not T-O-U-G-H, TOUGH, Miz Murray. It's T-U-F-F, tough. It's a kid's word; we got it from some people from up in Los Angeles. It means beautiful, and that's what you are. Beautiful, but more than that, too. Not just to look at, but to know and love. I believe it, Kedra. I believe we can do anything here that we could do anywhere "More," Jane said, laughing. "Here, you can be comfortable. Nobody can come in on you, nobody can yell at you, you won't have to be looking over your shoulder."
Kedra was taking her dress off over her head, a very short dress, or tunic, over a slick pair of hot-pans. "Miz Murray," she said, with her first giggle, "once I get started, I couldn't look over my shoulder, because I'm, well, on my back! And once these two nasty boys," and she made a face at Chuck and Benjie, "get one of their cocks into me, the Devil himself couldn't stop me!" She stood still, with her magnificent breasts, so alive in their rounded beauty, tremling on her rib cage, and turned to Chuck. "I believe it all," she said. "Where's the bed?"
They all seemed to crowd together, going up the steps, and Jane found herself, with her arm around Frannie, feeling the young girl's breasts with the same wild enthusiasm as she felt when she handled a male cock. She looked at the blonde child's happy, flushed face, felt the play of strong and youthful muscles beneath her sensitive arm, and, as someone else had said-Jane couldn't remember just who it was: "I don't believe it!" and then, with a catch in her breath, said: "But I do believe it! I do!"
In the big bedroom, Kedra looked around. "Beautiful!" she said. "You know something, Miz Murray?" and Jane put up a hand.
"I've been Miz Murrayed to death around here the last couple of days," she said smilingly. "I know I'm old enough to be your mother, all of you, but if I'm young enough to, well, fuck around with you, then all of you are old enough to call me Jane. Hear! No rriore of the Miz Murray stuff. Just Jane!"
"Okay, Jane," Kedra said and laughed. She had kicked off a pair of canvas loafers and pulled the hot-pants down and off. Her lovely little loins were encased in clean, virginal white nylon panties, and Jane felt her heart hammering as she saw the dark wetness in the depths of the girl's crotch. Without thinking, she stepped forward and put her hand gently between the smooth young thighs.
"Girl," she whispered, "You're all right!"
Behind her, the blonde girl said: "Feel me, Jane!" in a voice so charged with urgency that Jane wheeled and hugged Frannie to her.
The girl had pulled the shirt out and pushed the faded Levi's down and off; with them went her skimpy panties, and once more Jane felt her heart stop and then hammer all the harder.
The soft lips of that virgin cleft were lightly covered with very short, very light blonde hair, but the outer skin, not yet coarsened by adulthood, showed cleanly pink and white through the light cross-hatching of fine curls, and the demure split seemed so delicate, so alive, that it was like the trembling mouth of a young girl ready to laugh-or to cry.
For as long as she could remember, Jane Murray had been interested in sex. Since adolescence, she had been into it, one way and another-real sex, meaning full sexual relations with the opposite sex. Fucking, sucking, fingering, exploring-everything. Because she was that blessed creature, a truly hot woman.
But never, in any circumstance, had she felt warmer, more pulsing and tender, more sensitive, more on fire than when she saw this tender pussy, so heartbreaklingly young, so richly mature.
While this went through her mind she was pulling the short dress over her head; she would not let this first full contact be marred by some damnable interference of fabric, no matter how thin.
The warmth she had felt when she first hugged Fran was hyped to an unbearable degree of fleshly delight as she held the delightful girl's body to hers, but she obeyed the request to "feel me" in a subtler way than with Kedra.
Her left arm held the young girl tightly against her; her right hand went smoothly, warmly down behind, between the firm, round young buttocks, and gently but forcefully up into the wet and flowing vale where the tiny pink mouth of Fran's vagina was pouring out her inner substance, the slick, sweet juice from the writhing darkness deep within the healthy, hungering young body.
Jane let her fingers press on all of it, the lightly fuzzed lips, slippery with Frannie's joy-juice, the soft and thickly fashioned cuntlips, the gently closed top inch of the cleft where a soft nubbin of nervous, frightened, welcoming clitoris was shyly hiding and begging to be found. She felt the warm, springy flesh of the girl's mons pubis, and her thumb, arched back in the deep valley between the smoothly muscled ass cheeks, slid in the pussy nectar as it felt and pushed against a virgin asshole.
She realized that she had closed her eyes to heighten the joy of her sense of feel, and in the conscious flash that she was thinking more of her pleasure than of Fran's, she drew her face back to look into the girl's clear blue eyes and almost choked on tears at the bright passion, the fire of love, in the quiet child's lovely face.
Slowly, with a sense of both ritual and destiny, she opened her lips and they went to Frannie's sweetly opened mouth like a needle to the people their kiss was like silent thunder, black lightning, in the two locked bodies. The child's mouth was sweeter than syrup, her tongue a smoothly pliant, warmly welcoming blessing. Jane felt her breasts actually burning with their own private lust, as wise in sensitivity as her finger tips, so that they actually perceived the impression of the young girl's nipples, now shyly thrusting out, deep rose-pink in their tender graininess, boring into her own soft, deeply aroused flesh.
And very gently, almost imperceptibly, wanting the knowledge of her act as badly as she had wanted Chuck's cock in her cunt, and Benjie's in her throat, she let one finger go tenderly into the tender little cunt, into the strong and slippery ring of muscle and membrane, deep into the dark and clasping throat of it, in beyond the grainy, sweet lump of glandular tissue just inside the upper part of the vagina, into the flowing, sucking, twisting sheath that had begun to tremble with a deep, sweet power, deep enough to feel the hard, smooth ring of muscle that closes woman's womb, feeling the girl's entire body give way to the flush of sex-flame that swept them both.
Jane was as unconscious of the others in the room as if they had been on another planet; Frannie's smooth, firm thighs, so unexpected on a barely pubescent girl, had opened, and Jane's own leg, as warm and smooth as the young girl's, went between them in the same bold gesture that every cunt-hunting boy uses to part the legs and warm the belly of the girl he's after.
She had not released her lips' grip on Frannie's tongue; the warm sweetness made the contact a feast, and the blonde girl's arms, gripped about Jane's waist, kept their bellies smoothly together. It was, again, a sort of ESP that told them both: "Lie down; sink to the floor; enjoy! Enjoy!"
If Jane could have heard anything beyond the hammering of her blood or the fierceness of her own and Fran's breathing, she would have been conscious of a quiet and joyous dismay, gasping unbelief, happy whispers, a quaking sort of stillness behind her.
The sparkling child with the woman's breasts, her own crisp cunt hair so dark with cum-flow where it curled over the division of her outer lips, had sat back on the bed, her mouth open with passion and surprise. "I can't believe it!" she whispered, over and over.
The two boys, less esthetically attracted but stood stock still, cocks risen to the cumming point, breathing raggedly.
When Jane, sinking down over the acquiescent girl, gently parted the firm thighs and lifted the girl's knees, Frannie smiled joyously without opening her eyes, and clasped Jane's head briefly. Benjie was inspired enough to pull a pillow from the bed and Jane took it, and Fran, sensing what was wanted with her eyes closed, pushed her strong young body up so that Jane could arrange the pillow under the beautiful, softly flaring hips.
The girl's knees opened wide, the pink slash of her cunt came wide open with a kissing sound, and Kedra, getting down from the bed and looking intently from a few inches away, turned to Jane with quick tears in her eyes and whispered: "Beautiful! So beautiful!"
The taste of that young cunt was so richly beyond description that Jane, her mouth close against as much of it as her distended lips could reach, felt a quick wash of orgasm flood her own belly. But some deep, pure desire for the girl's pleasure made her hold it back. Warm, soft thighs pressed her cheeks and neck, the underside of them caressed her shoulders, her chin was in the slick, warm crevice where the shy, pinkly wrinkled anus lay hidden and clasping.
The delicate, persuasive aromas of lust, of healthy, blood-gorged young cunt, widely open, hotly flowing, were piercingly sweet. So sweet, so suckling-wild that Jane had to close her eyes to keep from swirling into a craziness that would have, might have, endangered those full, sweet inner lips.
As it was, Jane's body surged again and again with minor orgasms, the big tendons on the inside of her thighs drawn taut as cables, for her position kept her own ass in the air, wide spread, her tits softly, achingly, deliciously in contact with the luxurious shag carpet, her arms around Frannie's thighs, her hands squeezing the child's lovely, firmly youthful breasts in time to the rhythm of her tonguing kisses inside the shuddering cunt.
She fought against complete orgasmic convulsion, wanting the keen pleasure of taste and feel and smell to be undiluted by the delirium of her own full passion, but she felt a tautening in the young blonde's belly and thighs, a frantic, convulsive writhing of the cunt muscles, even fancied she could hear a louder drumming of the heart whose beat sent blood to these streaming labial ridges.
She had had as much as she could stand, and knew, somehow, that the twisting young body under her gums had also reached its outer limits, so, without a change except in the position of her head, she sucked deeply at the girl's clit. Fiercely, tenderly, with a suction just short of sadistic torture, Jane used her strong lips, her muscular tongue, to give that entire area the sweetest pain it would ever know.
The strong young thighs locked around the older woman's ears, but they could not shut out the deep, womanly screams of completion which racked Fran's entire body. Every muscle seemed to tense and relax and tense again, the juvenile form undulating with all its strength, while the quivering cunt, all of it, from the first hair down and into the unskilled but wildly questing vagina, in the powerful muscles of the perinium, in the sweetly puckered, blood-pink asshole, shook and clamped and twisted in loving, agonized ecstasy, in long, burning quakes of screaming nerves.
When Fran was quiet, Jane collapsed, sobbing, with her face on the soft, still twitching belly, her arms numb with the shock of feelings explosively drained away, her sexuality built into a high, vibrating mass of energy deep in her womb, charged like an atom bomb, but stored so that she could enjoy the aftershocks of deep experience with the sweetly girlish human being she had so fully possessed, had so completely known. Fran's thighs were relaxed, so relaxed that they would have fallen completely open if not for Jane's numb arms, but, every so often, the muscles on their warm inside planes would gather and flutter as some hidden vestige of orgasm, coming from deep in the slick and delicately fashioned reproductive system, echoed the happy cumming of Frannie.
There was noise and movement on the bed just at her left, and Jane, regaining strength and sanity and humor, got up on her knees. It was a sight of rare, contagious beauty.
Chuck, on his knees between the trimly perfect thighs of the tiny brown haired girl, was licking her pussy with long, sure strokes. Every three or four seconds, he would stop, pull back, hold the dripping young cunt open, look at it, then plunge down to suck its flowing nectar from the blood-red hole. His cock, getting hard, was encrusted with drying jism and girl-juice.
On the bed, her sweet young body twisted, her eyes closed, Kedra was taking Benjie's prick deep into her gullet, encouraging his deep thrusts by grunting, pulling gently at his balls, and, with her powerful throat muscles, softly closing on the tender head of his cock as it plunged hard into her gullet.
The faster tempo of the girl's throat movements, the pearly white drops which oozed from the corners of her sweet mouth, told their tale of an almighty cum, and, as he rolled on his back, a hard little paw still clutching deeply into the soft flesh of one of the girl's abundant tits, her own screams: "Oh! Oh, Chuckie! Here I cum! Here I CCCUUUMMMMM! Jesus, hold me! Eat! Eat! Eat!"
The big kid with the whopping prick glued his mouth to her spasming young twat, his throat working as his hard tongue lashed into her hole, up to her straining, jerking clitoris. With a wild shout, he straightened up, the head of his tool swollen to a gorgeous, blood-shiny, deep purple, tightened in readiness for a mighty jerk and gush of sperm, and jammed it hard and deep into the wildly gyrating bottom, bulls-eyeing his cock, just beginning to shoot his heavy load, right into the quivering red folds where sensation had already built to a painfully, intensely beautiful spasm of love and lust.
He was so strong and she was so small that his lunges carried her higher on the bed, his cock seeming fit to split that tender pussy with its puffed lips lathered in his cum and hers, but she was upping and downing with the youthful power of strong back muscles, closing on him with a cunt trained, wildly happy, richly talented.
Jane, her attention riveted on the beautifully lascivious picture of youth abandoned to its sex powers, saw in her peripheral vision a moving body, and there was the lovely Fran, bright smears of girl cum oozing down her thighs, clasping the slim but opulent form of her cousin, both weeping, kissing as though they could never stop.
Benjie and Chuck, shiny with sweat, mouths hanging slackly open, but smiling, watched giddily as the cousins rolled in warm embrace. The two pairs of closed eyes were leaking tears that had to be tears of joy released. The fierce writhing of their lips, the movement of the muscles in young throats, told that they were tongue-sucking with a desperate love, a desperate show of understanding and affection.
Both of their young cunts flashed open as they rolled on the big bed, both tight little holes gaping as wide as they could, from total orgasm not yet cooled. The inner lips, still swollen with fuck-feeling and coursing blood, were wet and slick and, when the light hit them, as translucent as neon light. Each of them trailed drools of cum and spit, with Kedra's squeezing out the milk-white evidences of Chuck's virility.
And strangely, Jane did not feel left out. She was a part of, not apart from, this brilliant clutch of humanity. Her cunt and its feelings seemed sucked up inside her, ready to cum out in a shattering burst of wild happiness. She wanted all that she saw. The cunt of Kedra as well as the cunt of her new beloved, Frannie. She wanted the young lips of all four of them at her breasts, at her tingling pussy. She wanted the two potent young pricks, not just in her cunt and in her mouth, but up her ass and storming into her tender bowels, shooting their slick loads into her guts.
And she would have them. All of them. Not just for her use, but so they could use her, use the sanctuary of her rich home, the protection of her name and money.
Her body ached with this new love. She was ready for anything.
CHAPTER NINE
"It's kind of hard to say when you really become a woman," Fran said. She was sitting on the big bed, arms clasped around her shins, her chin on her knees. Because the swelling of fierce orgasm had not departed from between her fat young cuntlips, the slash of her sex gleamed pinkly. "It's not just when you get hair on your pussy, or your boobs swell and get to feeling good, or when you get that drawn-down feeling in your guts, and sweet blood and used-up you trickles out. Did you," she asked, her eyes dreamy, her young face softly happy, "did you ever taste that flow? It belongs to us, you know. It is us. When I knew that, I learned to love it."
Jane, lying on her back near the blonde girl, put her hand on the smooth, warm thigh. "That's wonderful," she breathed. "I did it, the first time I knew that deep, pushing flow. I read where a doctor, a team of doctors, shorten a girl's period to a matter of a few hours, simply by putting a suction pump into the vagina and getting out in an hour what it takes nature four or five days to drain off."
She shivered, closing her eyes. "Think what it would be like, when you get your period, Frannie, to come over to my house, to lie in my bed, to let me suck all of that out of you! Oh, God!" she cried. "It's so beautiful I can barely stand to think about it!"
She turned on her side and clung to the girl's leg, her belly rolling with unspent lust. At her side, the young Kedra, her sweet face in a gentle smile, leaned to plant a long, sucking kiss on Jane's breast. "We can all suck each other," she whispered. "We are sisters, sisters in the blood, sisters in the bond."
Jane had given the boys a fistful of money and sent them off, once she knew the girls had not eaten. "I won't feed you any leftovers," she told them. "There's a great barbecue pit on the highway-you know it? Get a whole bag of sandwiches-beef, pork, ham-and a couple of cartons of those barbecue beans. Go to the chicken place and get two buckets of chicken, one regular, one extra crisp. And get plenty of potatoes and gravy and rolls and cole slaw. And take it easy; don't get arrested for speeding!"
She had not needed to tell Frannie why she sent the boys off. Nor Kedra, for that matter. They knew, and they acted.
They did not treat her as a queen, or as that odious thing, "an older woman," but as one of them. Gently, but with direct lust.
They helped her on to the bed, though, with as much gentle care as if she were too precious for any other treatment. And Jane, her loins suddenly beginning to feel that bursting flame that she had stored up, clenched her fists and closed her eyes as they put her exactly right for their sweet assault. Even to the big pillow under her, boosting her fundament up to easy reach. And she heard Kedra, naturally farther out than the gentle, innately wise Fran, whisper: "Don't let's go too fast; we've got plenty of time!"
And then, in her inner haze of red lust, her body strung tight like a war bow, she felt the gentle lust of wise, soft hands, touching her with instinctive care and guile, on her belly, down the gliding trough from her pelvic bone to the curled hair just next to the very top of her slit, where her quaking bud nestled deep under the overhang of soft tissue, under her breasts, and around the puckered flesh of her wide areola.
Oh, yes, she thought, that's right and good. Let me cum slow, because if it all blew out at once, it would kill me!
And she felt a warm, happy cum-shock as two soft mouths came down on her breasts, gently sucking at the hardening nipples, two hands softly stroking her belly, rotating to spread the hot fire which suddenly ran from her aroused breasts toward the humid, itching, suffering lips of her cunt.
As though she had spoken a plea, a soft hand came down and pressed gently in that nest of soft, swelling flesh and crisp hair. Just pressing, not poking an eager finger into that clutch of muscle, that drool of cunt-ooze, that dark slippage of strength deep inside. And Jane felt her entire body flooded with a soft, warm cum-joy, so that the feeling seemed to flow out of her womb, not bursting out; flowing out with a blessed release, releasing the power of stored sex that teased and scratched and burned inside her.
"Cum easy, sister," a voice whispered at her ear. "Give me your tongue," and someone-Jane would not open her eyes-pressed a sweet, softly opened mouth to hers, sucking up her wildly shooting tongue, taking it into the warmth and slickness of girl-lips, sucking it with eager care. It had to be Kedra kissing her, though, for she heard a happily strained voice she recognized as Fran's saying huskily: "Blessed Lord, but I'm so happy-hot it's shooting right out behind me!" And Jane, lulled into coma by the sweetness and sensuality of a new experience, continued to cum.
The person kissing her gave a final, sweet suck to her tongue and drew away. She heard the soft little voice of the small girl: "Don't fret, darling, we'll all cum, we'll all flow our sisterhood into each other!" There was a soft giggle. "Men are great, but women are sweeter!"
Two hands drew Jane's legs wide apart, so wide that she heard a little noise as the hairy cuntlips, glued lightly by the drying juices of love, broke their seal, and the warm air, feeling cold to the simmering heat in her vulva, made her body leap as if her wildly pleasured cunt were snapping at something needed for its life.
"You kiss her, darling. Oh, God, baby, kiss that cunt!" a racked cry came. "I'll suck you! Get high behind and wide open!"
There was fast, hard breathing, whimpers of eagerness and cunt-twisted pain, a rocking of the bed as young bodies shifted, and then-blessed Lord indeed-the loving, sucking, licking mouth came down on the red-lipped, streaming pussy that had had its dangerously explosive edge drained off in a long, gentle orgasm.
"I LOVE YOU!" Jane screamed. "I LOVE YOU! I LOVE IT! MY CUNT! MY ASS! YOUR CUNT! OHHHHH! OHHHHH GODDDDD!" The rhythmic sucking was killing her, it was turning her inside out, it was the highest spasm of joy she ever knew. "I'M DYING!" she cried. "KILL ME! SUCK ME OUT, ALL OF ME! SUCK ME OUT TO THE-AAAR RRGGGHHH! OHHHHH! CUM! FUCK! CUM! SUCK!"
She suddenly felt steady, out of the superdelicious dream of lust that was tearing her feelings to bits and whirling them up in a hot, healing wind. The working tongue still delved into her spasming vagina, the strong, gentled actions of the lips dug softly into the sweet creases of her inner labia, sucking up their dew, and now she was conscious of hands reaching to grasp her beautifully, achingly alive tits, squeezing a flow of heat and love and orgiastic pleasure from their pneumatic warmth.
She came and came, feeling all tension flow out of her, but not all desire, for she felt she could pour out this orgasm for hours. There was a deep warmth in the crack of her ass, a lightness throughout her bowels, her flanks were trembling with an intensity of feeling that swept all over. She desired only one thing. A cunt! A Sweet, loving, honey-dripping cunt, full of love's sweet ooze, full of body heat and body fluid and body love. She opened her eyes and saw what she needed.
Frannie was between her legs, in much the same position as Jane had been not long before. Her young butt was high, her knees spread wide.
And hot, smooth, tiny Kedra was on her knees, holding Fran's asscheeks apart, her eyes closed, her working mouth buried in that sweet split at the bottom of her cousin's belly. And her own little pussy, aroused by all of this, was open, pulsing, showing its hot pink inner lips, dripping its clear, sweet juice, not too far from Jane's pussy-hungry mouth.
There had been only a little girl-to-girl love in Jane's life. Not many women you can trust that far, once you grow up. But Jane knew, with quick humor, what to do.
She dropped her right knee flat on the bed, and tugged at Frannie's hair. "Lie on your side," she ordered huskily. "Get your face on my thigh! I'll stay open for you!" And to Kedra, placing a soft hand on the beautiful, girlish rump: Lie down. Straighten your right leg. Push back! Give me your left leg; that's it, raise it up and across me, pressing on my boobs! God, that feels wonderful!"
She had her own left leg up on Fran, and her cheek was on the smooth, warm skin of Kedra's inner right thigh. The blonde-furred cunt of Fran was being probed, still, by the small girl's tongue; Jane knew it because of the tall girl's moans making a marvelous vibration where her clit ached so gorgeously.
The little kid's pussy, looking so richly mature in its thick, soft coat of brown hair, was twitching in urgency. Jane laughed deep in her throat.
"Okay, let's all cum easy and quiet-except for Kedra-baby here. She's in dire need. Oh, bless you both, you angels!" she cried in an excess of lust as Fran's tongue lashed against her clit, forcing another giant wave of cum-fire out of her.
She pushed her face into the welcoming heat, the shuddering lips of little Kedra's cunt, and sucked mouthful after mouthful of richly flavored girl-cum out of the twisting, plunging pussy, holding onto the strong young legs with all the power of her arms.
They had rolled and loved and kissed, licking theirs and the others' cum-syrup from flushed, softly happy faces and cheeks and chins and lips. With an occasional new suck at a beloved pussy.
"I never knew anyone could be so good, so sweet," Kedra said, tears flowing down her face. "I know she's your sister, Fran, but I'm some kin."
"Does the sister bit come from your church?" Jane asked, and the two girls looked at each other, their young faces grim for a moment, and Kedra said: "No, by God and by Jesus! Their kind of sister-puke on that!"
"Look, Jane darling," Fran said, "Kedra and I feel alike. We hate those creeps! All they ever have wanted in all the world was to grind women down. I love Chuck, but he's a man, and one day soon, he'll be a preacher, ordained in God's Little Brothers! I wouldn't trust him as far as I could fling a bull by the tail."
"But you love him?" Jane marveled. "And you, too, Kedra?"
"Until now, he's been super," the small girl said. "He and I, we just got to playing with each other, oh, like when we were pretty young. He was too young to cum. I had a good feeling down there, between my legs. In my pussy, I mean. I keep forgetting that you're our age, Jane darling!" She giggled, and put her soft little hand on Jane's pussy. "More than blood-kin-woman-kin!"
"Tough-tough, or beautiful-tuff?" Jane teased.
Both girls reached for her and patted her, and Kedra said: "Both ways!"
"You're too wonderful, both of you," Jane said. "A while ago, I thought how marvelous you were to be so grown up, so poised. What I thought was, when I was twelve, I looked twelve. And I guess I acted twelve and felt twelve. No guts. You were talking about what it was that made a woman, and we got off on another subject."
"A wonderful subject," Fran sighed, her eyes warm and smoky. "Ummmm, to suck you, to have you suck me, when I'm in that awful, stupid, no-reason-for-it, depression. Just when my belly feels big and bloated, and my cunt aches so bad I hate to touch it with toilet paper! Wow! I can hardly wait!"
"It takes more than that to be a woman," Jane went on, smiling at the pale-haired, lovely youngster, at the blue-veined whiteness of her swelling young breasts. "It takes more than your first cum, or your hundredth; more than getting married and having babies." She stopped, her face gentle, a hand on each of the young girls.
"What does it take, then, Jane?" Fran spoke; both girls listened.
"Courage. Guts to stand up to injustice, to fight it any way we can. Not just equal justice under the law, but moral justice! Sexual justice! It's always been this way: One of those nasty rule-makers, maybe a man, maybe a woman, looks out a window and sees a fellow leaving an apartment building. 'Look,' the person will say, 'that guy's screwed every woman in that building!' and it will be an admiring thing. Then a girl walks out. 'Look' the same person says, 'She's screwed three or four guys in that building-the lousy tramp!' Ugh! It's sickening!"
The two young kids pushed her down on the bed, hugging her, kissing her, sucking her tongue, getting at her warm, wet split.
"We'll get the bastards," Kedra whispered. "I wish I could blow that whole damn church right off the earth! The way they've treated us! Look at Fran! Until this very day, she's been scared to death of everything. Oh, baby!" she crooned, holding her tall cousin against her ample young breasts, "how did you ever get the courage to change?"
"Jane told me something," the blonde child said quietly, and Jane, knowing she'd said nothing, understood and nodded.
Kedra frowned in concentration. "I didn't hear it," she said. She snapped her fingers and said softly: "Ooooh. That way! Beautiful! I should have known. She hugged me, and I felt: 'here's a friend!' She hugged you, and you felt-something real, a real message. Right?"
They looked at Jane, and tears were in her eyes, running down her cheeks. "It was a two-way message," she whispered, and Frannie, self-possessed, her heart brimming, said: "It made me a real person. Maybe a woman. I don't know. But surely a person."
They heard a great clatter downstairs, a door slammed, a chair moved, voices, laughter, and Jane, grinning, said: "The monsters are back, and I'm glad of it"
Fran looked thoughtful and her cousin made a face, then laughed. "I'm glad, too. We've always got each other, but a boy's hard prick is very, very nice."
"You like them better than you ever did before," Fran said. "What changed you? You wouldn't even let a boy look at your puss, and you would as soon have kissed a snake as suck a boy." She reached out affectionately, squeezing one of the small girl's sweet titties, and smiled.
Kedra leaned against her, eyes downcast, looking intent. She put her small hand between Frannie's thighs, jammed it hard up into the softness, the parted wetness, of the tall girl's pussy. They stood together, eyes closed, breathless, and Jane saw a spasmodic movement in Fran's belly muscles as the cords in Kedra's forearm showed she was wiggling her fingers up in the slick heat of the young blonde cunt. There was a fine film of sweat on all of them; their loving round robin had carried them high and had never let them all the way down-Hhey were close to falling on the bed again, all three of them, to explore each other's highly tuned, still hungering genitals.
Kedra broke the silence. "It was Jane," she said.
"Jane and you. I never saw anything so beautiful in my life. Or imagined it. Your pussy was like a rich, juicy flower. Honest! It seemed to come open by itself. And when I saw it, I thought: 'Mine must be beautiful, too!' And then I knew what a wonderful thing it had to be for a boy to look. You know, just to lie and look, not to play with it." She blushed and giggled. "Well, not for a couple of minutes, anyhow. But what I really mean is, all at once I knew that it was all right. That everything, anything, was all right. I never knew what life was, or sex was, until then. I always thought it was limited. For a girl, anyhow.
Fran gave a little moan and fucked hard, sharply, quickly, against Kedra's buried fingers, hugging the smaller girl in a fierce grip, kissing her deeply. She relaxed, leaned on the little brownette for a second, and straightened up, laughing.
"I just had to cum," she said. "I've got a lot of catching up to do. So Much! Let's go downstairs. I'm hungry!"
CHAPTER TEN
Each time the boys and the women-herself, at least, if not the younger girls-came together after any absence, long or short, there seemed to be a few moments of awkwardness. Jane wondered if the two girls sensed it, or, in fact, if the boys did. Probably a natural thing, she guessed; all of this had to be pretty far out for boys their age. Come to think of it, it was very far out for her. Maybe more so for me than for them, she thought with an inward smile. Everything that ever happened to her before, and it had certainly been a great deal, all at once seemed very conventional.
Meeting a new man or continuing with one she already knew, there was a pattern-conversation, smiles, a touch, perhaps a few drinks, a kiss, a harder kiss, an inquiring look, a superficial understanding, and then-sex. Not bad, either. But certainly not this lovely, spontaneously animalistic craziness in which anything was not only "all right," as Kedra had said, but superb, god-like. A world in which sex was all, and was honest, complete, and totally devoid of guilt. Deep inside, she felt that keen, fiery itch, seeming to be beyond her suddenly doused vagina. Womb, she thought. I never knew it was such a lovely word. I never knew it had any real sensitivity.
She laughed at herself, and all four of the young people, lively young faces, hands, and even bellies and breasts smeared with grease and gravy and barbecue sauce, looked at her and laughed with her. Fran touched Jane's arm, smiling a special smile of oneness and said: "Are you wondering if this is real? Because I am."
A lovely, warm shock, and Jane was aware of a flood of love for this happy, lovely child-woman. "It's actually, exactly what I was feeling, and I didn't know it," she said. "I was thinking how great it is to be alive, to be human, to be a woman. And way down deep, I had a scary feeling, wondering if it could be real."
Tough little Benjie stood up, showing that he had a hard-on. He had been fingering both the younger girls, licking his cunt-smeared fingers with elaborately noisy greed, having more fun that he had thought possible. He felt a loving proprietorship where this unbelievable woman was concerned, as though he had dreamed her up, then opened a new life to his friends.
"This is real," he proclaimed, holding his stiff young member, rolling the soft foreskin back. "Wow, look! Somebody's going to have to lick this gravy off of it."
Kedra gave him a punch on the arm. "Look out, Mister Big," she said. "Just because I got excited and sucked you off once doesn't mean I'll do it again! Or you, either," she announced to Chuck. "You boys can jerk off, for all I care!" She was plainly joking, and Chuck laughed.
"All the more for Miz Murray," he retorted, and dropped his eyes to the table. "I mean Jane," he muttered.
She felt a mild sympathy for him. She was not yet sure of him at all? Benjie might have taken the big boy's diatribe to seriously; but still, the girls had warned her. Not of anything specific, as Benjie had, nothing about him telling his avenging father about her, only that "he was a man" and as such, couldn't be trusted. And she knew that he was the one whose restraint always showed when they came together.
She put a hand in his naked lap and found that his big penis, while not hard, was fat with rising pleasure and promise.
"Man!" she said admiringly, "That's a prettier piece of meat than anything from the barbecue pit!"
To her surprise, he jerked away. Whatever his inner feelings, during the few short hours she had known him, anything connected with sex had seemed to please him.
More embarrassed for him than for herself, Jane said nothing, but got up from the table and went to the sink, where the big bags of food were, and got a piece of chicken. She felt a presence at her side and, from its size, knew without looking that it was Chuck.
"I'm sorry, Jane," he muttered. "I guess I'm all mixed up."
It's all right, Chuck," she whispered to him. "Don't worry." To the room at large, she said: "I don't want to sound like a house-mother, but don't some of you have people worrying about where you are, and why you've been gone so long?" Glancing at Chuck, she saw his face clear and felt a slight rise in her spirits. If that was all that was worrying him-well, that wasn't bad.
Benjie laughed. "Not me," he said. "This is Mom's day for a split shift-she's off now and doesn't have to go back to the cafe until nine. So I don't have to pick up dinner for the little kids. Or my sister. And I've got this!" He waved his hard-on again, and Kedra, walking over to him, pulled at it gently.
"I've just got to have a little more of this," she said. "Or something!" She felt between the lips of her boldly out-thrust cunt, not tentatively, but pushing deep, laughing, and brought her hand out covered with her girl-juice. "You guys have been so hot to go down on me," she teased, "now's the time-I've got enough of this stuff in me to choke you!"
She whirled away and ran for the stairs, and Benjie, whooping laughter, was close enough to pinch her wagging young butt as she took the stairs two at a time. Chuck looked at Jane and his young sister as though asking permission, grinned, and trotted along.
Jane and Frannie, arms around each other, walked slowly up the stairs, pausing once to kiss, a long, sweet, tongue-to-tongue kiss, needing no words to tell their sister-feeling, and Jane let her hand slide down on the rounded firmness of the young girl's buttocks. It was like all the rest of what had gone between them, an easy, solid, unquestioning fact that even this touch was a commitment, part of an understanding surpassing everything worldly and banal.
"I want you, Frannie," Jane whispered into the girl's open and trembling mouth. "You can have it all, all that Kedra's getting, but right now, you're mine."
Fran squeezed her so hard that her boobs danced, and answered with delight: "And you're mine, Janey-baby! Oh, Jane! Hurry!"
They heard gay voices coming from the big room at the east corner, and Jane steered the young girl into a corresponding room which faced south and west. The afternoon sun struck harshly into the big area, and Jane drew the thick, dark drapes so that it was suddenly dark in the quiet room.
"It's nicer this way," Jane smiled. "Do you mind the heat?"
"I love it!" Fran declared. "It makes me feel, well, lifted up; the heat holds me. Hugs me. You too?"
"I love your skin," Jane whispered, holding the young blonde, nuzzling under her arm. "I love it that your generation hates to shave. Ooooh, my dear, you smell so marvelous! I love what the heat does to me, and what it does to you. Lie this way, darling. Let's be side by side. Or do you want me over you, or under you?"
Fran was industriously licking Jane's breasts. "I wish mine were more like yours," she said. "I like them better than Ked's. Oh, your nipples! They're so hard, so sweet!" She nipped one, sucking it into her mouth, and humped her warm, smooth belly against the older woman's. "Are you leaking? Is the juice running out of you like it is out of me?"
"Let me drink yours, baby," Jane whispered huskily. "Lie still. I'll move here."
She pushed the firm, girlish legs apart, bringing Frannie's top thigh up and across her body, under her arm. In this position, the girl's lightly haired outer lips stretched vertically, making the line of her cunt seem six inches long. It made a wide space for Jane's face to press into, and her cheeks slid warmly on the lubricating coating of sweat. She raised her own leg over Fran in the same way, and the young girl clutched her tightly.
"God, Janey, you're beautiful," the child murmured, and Jane felt tender fingers pulling her cunt open, more open, and shivered as wet warmth pressed against her opened split, felt the working of slick lips in her labia, the gentle swirl of a hot tongue going around her clit, in the sweetest spot in a woman's body.
She moved her mouth to cover the dark rosebud closure of the tender, small vagina, nuzzled until she felt, with the tip of her tongue, that she was covering it completely. The taste was delicately sensuous, the girl-smell richly satisfying, deepened and strengthened by the girl-play earlier, by the gently battering heat, by having been closed off by Fran's weight as the child had sat on this softly fragrant pussy for so long.
At her pussy, her gentle attentions to the child's was having an effect-the girl was sucking harder, with more accuracy, with more purpose. Jane's clitoris was being sucked? she was so near to firing a big, climactic cum that she had to hurry.
"Baby," she whispered, "I want that load out of you!"
She heard a mumbled response, felt breath roll hotly over her open genitals, and, with her mouth pressed so that the tiny pink hole was covered, pressed her lips down hard and sucked with as much force as she could manage. She got fantastic results.
The softly padded rump, the youthful thighs, tightened in a convulsion of feeling, and the tall, soft young body hammered against her, while the girl sucked at Jane's pussy as if to turn her inside out. To her own heat, now so risen that it seemed to bum all through her, she got a sweet, slick mouthful of the cum-juice frothing in the girl's cunt.
She felt her breasts rise and puff painfully, her nipples grinding into the soft flesh of the child-woman's belly. Her cheeks were wet with cum, tickled by the light, crisp hairs on the fat and youthful cuntlips. Her own pussy, seeming to flow from her body in a shock of intense pleasure-pain, was writhing inside, and she felt Fran's tongue plunge into its nipping folds.
She sucked deeply again, and heard the girl scream: "Oh, Janey! Do it again! SUCK ME! I'M CUUUMMMIIINNNGGG! Aarrrggghhh! Oh, God and oh, Jesus! OHHHH!"
Jane's own outburst of happiness was muffled in the sweet and sloppy folds of Frannie's tender pussy, where the juice still flowed, being pumped out gently by the in-and-out movement of the soft pink closure. Her tongue was softening from her deeply satisfying orgasm, and, in a rosy haze, she continued to lick very lightly, feeling the girl's body twitch as the caress of her tongue kept the cum-itch alive in those sensitized, blood-red lips.
It flowed through her body, too, since Frannie, so exactly like Jane in act, in thought, in impulse, was softly lapping at Jane's gloriously tenderized, wonderfully responsive woman-parts. Woman-parts! Cunt, cunt, cunt, cunt! Oh, blessed joy of being a woman! How sweet to have a cunt!
And yet-she had another thought.
A man's cock, right now, would be so delicious!
She drew her cum-dripping mouth away, kissed the open lips, the sloppy-wet hair, the shrunken but still quivering clit, and said: "Some day, and I hope it'll be soon, you'll have a man's cock in this lovely, gorgeous, sweet, slick pussy!"
She heard a sound, not too explicit, and said: What was that?"
This time the sound was obviously a warm laugh, and the young voice said plainly: "I want that, Jane! And when you say so, I'll do it. But I want something sort of weird. Crazy!"
Jane felt the sweet young mouth on her pussy again, a quick, tenderly sucking kiss, and Frannie sat up. Her cheeks, even in the dark, showed the wet highlights of Jane's cum-juice, and the older woman held the girl while they kissed tenderly, getting the flavor of their own cunts, digging it to the utmost.
"You can have whatever you want, Frannie," Jane said. "You can pick and choose, and I'll help you get it. Or him! I don't care how weird or crazy it is. If you want it, it's okay!"
Jane hugged the tall, soft body, so nearly like her own, and kissed the softly formed young breasts. "Your boobs are almost as big as mine, she said. "And the same type. Conical. In a year, they'll be as big and heavy as they'll ever get." She looked into the happy blue eyes. "You're lucky, too. Luckier than Kedra. You'll never sag.
See mine? No sag, right? And I'm thirty-six."
"You're thirteen," Fran laughed. "Hey, where are you going?"
"To take a little pee for myself, Darling. Into this handy bathroom. Be right back; don't go 'way!"
Frannie held out a hand, a strange look of pleading on her face. "Look, Jane," she whispered, "can I say something bad?"
Jane came back, hugging the blonde head against her breasts.
"What you say would never be bad," she declared. "Say it!"
"Don't wipe it all off. Not too clean. Oh, Jane, is that terrible and profane and perverted? For me to like your piss? I tasted it twice today. I know that's what it was! I loved it! Does that make me some kind of freak?" She was actually trembling.
"It makes you a wonderful, hot woman!" Jane said fiercely. "Any girl who doesn't care enough about sex to like all of it isn't much of a woman. You can't kiss a pussy or a cock without getting the flavor and the taste of piss! If it makes you sick, you're a sad sack! Yes, baby, I tasted your sweet little wee-wee, too. That taste is part of my love for you. But it's part of my love for sex. All sex. I dig it!"
As she went into the huge bathroom, where a night-light showed the location of all the humbly functional but luxuriously styled facilities, she looked back. In the dark, she could see the tall, perfectly built young blonde lying on her belly. But, while she was quietly relieving herself, she heard the bedroom door open and a male voice say: "Jane? That you, Jane?"
She touched herself lightly with a fold of toilet tissue, happily mindful of Frannie's request, and tiptoed to the door to the bedroom, wondering why Fran hadn't answered. She saw that the naked boy was Chuck, and guessed why he was here, just as he sat on the bed and began stroking the warm, rounded ass, its twin globes showing such an inviting valley between them. She held her breath. It was impossible that Fran was asleep, certainly not unconscious.
She knew, too, that Chuck had come in from the bright light of the other room, and had no reason to expect Fran to be in here. Fascinated, wondering, she watched as Chuck stroked more warmly between the firm buttocks, lifting his fingers out to smell them, knowing that he was building his heat this way.
"Little Ked can't take us both, not again, she says. The boy's voice, soft as it was, came plainly to Jane's ears. "Look at this cock, baby! How'd you like to suck it?"
There was a muffled laugh and a muffled voice: "Lie down on your back and close your eyes. Maybe you can suck mine in a minute."
Chuck flopped back, laughing, and Jane gasped. His cock was enormous in the dark of the room; it seemed to glow with a sort of pale fire, and Jane, knowing for certain that Frannie had never done such a thing, wondered at her game, at her temerity.
Her eyes could see almost as well as if the curtains had been parted, and Jane gasped as the beautiful young girl got up on hands and knees and knelt with her ripely formed ass raised high, near her brother's shoulder. The child looked at the bathroom door, saw Jane, and made the "okay" sign, thumb and finger together, the other fingers gracefully curved. Her face was merry, conspiratorial.
She took one more look at Jane, opened her mouth and licked around her lips as if she had been sucking cocks all her life, and went slowly down on it, letting the big head slip between her teeth, closing her mouth and moving her head from side to side, giving it the full treatment of smooth teeth, gums, and the ridged roof of her mouth.
She lowered herself on one elbow, then, just resting part of her chest on her brother's unsuspecting belly, and bobbed her head up and down gently, a pleased Chuck enthusiastically raising his loins and placing a big hand on her head. In the semidark, Jane saw Chuck's hand nearest her clench in sudden feeling, and thought: Oh-oh, I hope she can handle it when he shoots that load!
Now Frannie drew her head higher up, so that just the head of Chuck's prick was between her lips, and went down hard, this time bringing a deep grunt of excitement and pleasure from her big brother. She did it again, and again, and Jane marveled. This was pure, instinctive talent, a skill not learned.
She heard Chuck speak, gaspingly: "Oh, God, Jane, that's great! Kedra could never learn to do it this good! Dumb kids! Ohhhh, wonderful!" A pause, and then: "Jane, just before I start to cum, can I stick it in your cunt?"
The young girl nodded vigorously, and the movement caused the big boy to raise off the bed and yell: "Easy, Jane! Wow! Let me enjoy it a little longer. There, that's it. Oooh, good, baby! Just the tongue! Ohhh, that's so tuff!" He fumbled in the dark for the ass he sensed was near him, getting ja. finger in it, and Jane heard him say: "Jesus, Jane, you're so hot! Oooh, that cum-juice! You're tight, but I ought to slip into it real easy. Oooh! Get ready, baby, I'm almost, alllmost, ready. Now!" he screamed. "Now!"
The young girl, again as expert as if this were old hat to her, leaped astride her brother, who was fighting to keep his body still. She reached for his cock, and Jane registered the fact that the child must surely have masturbated with some cock-shaped gadget, for she wiped it quickly in and out of her open cuntlips, bringing a loud cry of pain and ecstasy from her brother, and jammed her butt down so that a good half of the thick, hard tool slipped into her.
"Oh, Jesus, Jane, you're killing me!" he cried. "Ease it up; it must be kinked. Oh, OHH, OHHHH!
He was bucking and pitching, his cock now all the way into his young sister, making a slurping, sucking sound as the thick tool surged in and out of the sloshy tightness, and the young girl's wordless moans, obviously muffled to prevent identification, showed that Chuck's blast of orgasm had brought her to a frenzied climax and that she was riding a wave of cum-joy with each jet of his seed.
When she tumbled off, groaning, and with the shine of his cum visible on her open thighs, she turned and began to mouth the softening organ, still swollen, still charged with orgasmic feeling, and licked at the head and peeled back the foreskin, crooning softly.
The big boy rolled his head and groaned happily. "Oh, Jane, you're the greatest," he said. "Let me suck you out. My own cum! Open up. Goddamnit, Jane, I can't believe you're real. Give it to me. Open wide."
Jane saw his face press against the broad area where his little sister's ass, now spread wide open, pushed her pussy out so sweetly. He must have sucked a couple of times, for he grunted and the girl jerked with the sensation of it; then his hands went under her and onto the lightly haired delta above her cuntal opening, and he screamed in rage and terror, and swung a long arm that knocked the girl tumbling.
He was almost incoherent as he screamed at Frannie, mouthing: "Bitch! Whore! I'll kill you!"
Jane, taking time to throw the bedroom door open, called: "Hey, kids! Help me!" before she threw herself on the lanky, thrashing body. She looked up to see Frannie, cool and composed, holding a heavy candlestick ready, and cried: "No, Fran! Don't hit him!" as Benjie and Kedra, excited and laughing, poured into the room and helped Jane bear the angry boy, now no longer struggling, to the bed.
"Jesus Christ!" Kedra said admiringly, "That sounded like when John Wayne charges the Indians!" She laughed and looked around. "What in hell happened to Brother Chuck? We could hear him making all kinds of happy sounds, and then, boom! All of a sudden he went berserk."
"The lousy hypocrite fucked me," the lovely young blonde said, scorn in her voice. "He made me suck him off, or pretty nearly, and made me get on him and take his dirty load right up in my body! Here it is, see it running down my leg? That's my big, wonderful brother's load! I'd like to brain him!" She sniffed and tossed the heavy candlestick onto the bed, turning away, her mouth working, and Jane, for the life of her, didn't know whether the tough but tender child was about to go into hysterics or trying not to laugh.
One thing Jane knew: this was a deliberate blow, thought out, well planned, all with the idea of proving a point or hurting Chuck.
The tall kid got away from the little group, stopping at the door, pointing a shaking hand at all of them. "You're all in this," he accused. "God will damn you all. Miz Murray, you'll die in fire and pain! You're a bad woman. God will get you all, all of you. Sister," he pointed at the beautifully nude girl with the blonde hair, "come on home and get your punishment!"
Fran spat at him. "Get lost, you dirty creep!" she said. "You dirty, two-faced animal! When I tell father what you did to me, who'll get the punishment? I'd hate to be in your boots! He'll tear the skin off your back! I can take it. Can you? Go on, get lost!"
Chuck disappeared for a few seconds and came back by the door on the way to the stairs, wearing his surfer trunks. He did not look at them.
Little Benjie, his lips white, said: "There goes trouble!"
They all looked at Frannie, who was smiling, and Jane thought: This has to be the most courageous child in the world. And then, I mean, the most courageous woman.
The girl stood there, her lovely nakedness not seeming at all incongruous, and said calmly: "Forget him, Benjie. He won't dare open his mouth. I've got him where I want him. And he knows it!"
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Somehow, for reasons she could not have explained, Jane felt more vulnerable after Frannie, Kedra, and Benjie had wheeled away on their bicycles. She had felt oddly maternal but not at all guilty as they went away together, down her long, curving drive. Little kids on bicycles! Locked into a giant maze of sex the like of which few grown people had ever dreamed. Fantastic!
"But damn few grown people ever have had the zest for life that those hot little kids have," she said aloud, smiling.
Something about her feelings caused her to get dressed, really dressed, even to panties under her pure silk frock, so full and light that she still felt almost as comfortable as if nude. "And you're still naked underneath," she joked with her image in the mirror.
She remembered how she had felt the day before when her doorbell rang, and she had gone out to face a small, scowling youngster, who pugnaciously had said: "I can mow lawns as good as guys twice my size!"
She had been tempted to reply: "And twice your age?" but she had had a flash of insight-This boy might be, must be, older than he looks, and she had the thought on which all of yesterday and today had been based-maybe, just maybe, he's old enough to fuck!
She had felt a quick glow deep in her abdomen, in her guts, really, although she knew all her reproductive system was in on it, and along with the glow, a convulsive spasm in her deepest parts of pleasure, a small orgasm, really, so that her knees had gone a bit rubbery and her eyes hazy with need and passion. For, better than anything, she loved the fierce need of young boys, once their timidity, their fear of growups, had been washed away, and they could act as God had intended, like predatory little animals, seeking the woman-warmth, the woman-closeness, that would milk out their boyish sperm, would bring heat and release and joy to their hungering balls, their grateful, hard young cocks.
She had forced her voice into a calmness. "You can come back this afternoon. I have a, uh, whatchacallem, a mower that has an engine, you know?"
"Show me where it is," he demanded. When she had shown him the big tool shed and asked him if he knew how to start and how to handle the big mower, he had laughed and flashed her a confident grin and said: "If it's a mower, I can operate it!" and she had gone into the house, her breath coming in gasps, the hot itch between her cuntlips raising her heartbeat to a point where she had to lie down.
So, she had remembered the dreadful, beautiful magazines of sex and fucking and sucking. Had she seen a sneaked glance at the femaleness of her figure, so clearly revealed in that light, thin dress? She knew she was perceptive, but her need was enough so that she might have let wishful thinking warm her pussy. Nevertheless, she had taken the harshly beautiful, wildly salacious magazine to the shed. The rest, although less than two days old, was history; history to jolt her even now, when she should have been sated.
She had played this charade more than once before, and had enjoyed the adventure and the hot eagerness of the young boys. But this was unmatched, would never be matched. The sweetness, the odd manliness of bright, tough little Benjie. The hidden surliness, the threatening strangeness of the tall boy with the big cock. Was he a psycho? Too much church training in a strange sect often drove grownups batty, to say nothing of kids. She shook her head.
And those two girls! Fabulous! Unbelievable!
It was getting good and dark, now, and Jane, with a shiver, checked to see that all her doors were securely locked, as well as the screens on every window; her mind stayed on the lovely Frannie.
She remembered how that marvelous child had faced her brother.
"Don't worry, Jane," she had said steadily, after a long, lingering kiss, when she was back in her faded jeans, saying good-bye. "Chuck's a creep, and now I've taken him down to where he's no danger to anyone. He's been getting mean, lately, but he's so scared of our father that he'll keep his big mouth shut!"
And little Kedra, smiling, had said: "Frannie's so right, Jane. She knows Chuck better than anyone."
"I don't get it," Benjie had said, fists on hips. "He's said a thousand times that a girl has a right to do it, to screw. He's bugged her a hundred times to lie down so's I can shove it in her. He's let her-made her, you might say-watch him and me and Kedra, and said to her: 'Don't be stupid! Spread out that pretty little bod of yours and let Benjie have your pussy!' Question is, why in hell would he go out of his gourd now? Unless it made him mad to be set up for a put on."
Jane, who had had the same question on her tongue, looked at Fran. The girl had smiled, touched her lips with her tongue.
"Six months ago, maybe he meant it. But I've always been scared of him; never trusted him. He got me to undress once, when I was about nine, maybe ten, and then claimed his 'conscience' hurt him and told our father, saying it was my idea. He like to have beaten me to death. Ever after, no matter what he did to get back on my good side, I never trusted him."
"But then, darling, why did you, uh, fuck him?" Jane had asked. "You set him up. You know you did."
"To pay him back," the blonde child had answered simply. "Not just for what he's done to me, or what my father's done to mother, and what all of those creeps do to all women. I guess," and she smiled in an odd way, "It's for every girl, everywhere. I've ruined one guy, one guy who'll never feel above any woman. Never!"
Thinking of it now, Jane said aloud: "That big, stupid kid! But Frannie's wrong-he could be dangerous. He's a powder keg."
The dry heat of the Santa Ana wind had abated, and a cool breeze from the west, from the blue ocean, moved the draperies. She went upstairs, prepared to sit quietly, thinking of the delightful two days, and on her way up, touched the switch for her master burglar alarm. She felt a sudden, wild craving in her belly again, and struck herself on the forehead. "Down, Wolfie!" she said aloud, and grinned. She had never been fucked and sucked any more plentifully than in this brief time, only a little more than a day.
She was reaching for the turn-on switch of the television set in her bedroom when the burglar alarm buzzer sounded at the head of her bed. She waited for the phone to ring, since the alarm system was also connected with the Sonar Beach police station, but she heard a familiar, beloved voice rising from the dark of the back yard: "Miz Murray! Jane! Can you hear me? It's Benjie!"
She called from the window: "Okay, dear, be right down," and moved swiftly to pick up the phone by her bedside. "Yes, sergeant, I know; it was a false alarm this time, thank God," she answered the tense voice at the other end of the line. "I forgot I had set the electric eye, and went out to check the mail box. I'll be careful, yes, indeed. If it flashes again, it'll be for real!"
She descended to the sun room and opened the door. Surprisingly, the tough, self-sufficient little kid seemed to be in a panic, his teeth chattering, his face tense, tears streaking his cheeks.
Jane loved the feel of his head on her sensitive breasts as she hugged him, and the chafing itch between her legs came back.
"What is it, Benjie?" she asked, holding him tight. "Why are you crying? Come into the kitchen, right now!"
When he told her he had been home, found all the family gone, and had then gone to Chuck's-"They were acting very strange, Miz Murray. All of them. They scared me!" he said-her first thought was for his feelings and his belly.
"Then you haven't had your dinner," she said, and turned on the oven of her range. "Here, start on some of this cold chicken. I'll heat us a couple of barbecue sandwiches. Come on, Benjie, you have to eat. Now, what about the family?"
Between mouthfuls of chicken, washed down by cold milk, he told her-a death in the family up in Los Angeles, no way to reach him, his mom had left a note; she and the other three kids wouldn't be back tonight.
Jane's heart leaped. "You can't stay in your house all alone," she said, her pulses hammering. "You'll have to spend the night here!" Dear God, she thought thank you for this gift; I promise I'll be so good to him!
The manly little fellow responded immediately, once it was settled that he had a place to sleep. That such a courageous little kid might fear sleeping alone in a deserted house was no surprise; Jane knew many grownups who felt the same. As his tension relaxed, he came around to her side of the table and boldly ran his hand down inside the neck of her dress, handling the warm weight of her breasts and, when she looked up at him, smiling at his brashness, he quickly kissed her, running his tongue as deep into her mouth as he could.
"You come on upstairs with me, young man," she ordered him in mock severity; "I'll take some of that out of you!"
"Oh, gee whiz, ma'am, How are you going to take it out of me?" he asked, grinning, and Jane, her hand between his thighs, hugged him tightly, her thoughts wild but tender.
"I'm clean, Miz Muarray-Jane, I mean," he protested when she had said a bath would be nice.
"I know, dear, and I love you just the way you are-I was thinking I might be getting, well, a little bit gamy, myself, and I've been dying to have you go over me, ever since you left. And besides, I wanted to soap you up, to have the fun of washing your hard peter, and your balls, and having you wash me all over!"
But, when they undressed, in her big bedroom, with the big, comfortable bed so near, and she saw his young penis, so rigid that his heartbeats were making it tremble, she forgot the delights of bubble bath and warm water.
"Oooohhh!" she moaned, dropping to her knees on the floor, faint from the joyful thought of sucking his unwashed dick, "Let's bathe later! Oh, dear! Are you sure you'll like my pussy even if it smells just a little, uh, ripe!"
For answer, he tumbled her onto the bed, laughing, grabbing for her breasts, rolling on her belly getting a nipple jnto his mouth, sucking it so hard that her inner fires, decently banked after the big afternoon, immediately roared into flame.
She stroked his head and let him enjoy her breasts, leaping as he jammed his fingers into the suddenly released flow of her cunt-juices. "Oh, my dear!" she whispered brokenly, "That feels so good! Oh, Benjie, do you remember all I showed you down there-my clitoris, the inner lips? Find them, but go easy! Oh, my God!" she shrieked. "That's it! Easy! Ohhhh!" Her hips began to heave from side to side.
There was a hot pain in the lowest part of her belly; she knew how much she needed and adored to be sucked hard, but this was a hungering for something bigger, more solid than a tongue, or suction, no matter how artfully applied, or by whom. She drew his face to hers and tongued him hard, feeling her aching need grow in the hot gap between her throbbing cuntlips. "How close are you to a cum, Benjie?" she whispered.
He grinned confidently. "You want to know if I can fuck you good and not cum too quick, don't you?" he inquired. "I'm hot, but I can really hold out, now! Just let me taste your pussy, just a little. I want to eat it while it's ripe!" And he giggled.
She began to move her body even as he pushed himself off her and down, taking one final, deep, hard suck at her swollen breast.
She tried to relax as she felt his fingers part the outer lips wide. "Oh, Jesus, Jane, this smells better'n ever!" he moaned.
She was swept by a mouth-watering need for his prick in her throat, opened her mouth to beg for it, and then his warm, sweet, wise young mouth came down on her exposed and palpitating flesh, and the delicious ecstasy flamed through her. But this was, , somehow, different and sweeter.
For one thing, except for her mind full of broken pictures of love and lust, her entire body and all its needs could concentrate in that one marvelous spot between her legs-all so she could let herself go and ride the dark, soaring waves of inner orgasm with just one blindingly bright spot, her clitoris, which was in such an intense stage of enjoyment that it seemed disembodied, off by itself, dwelling, glowing, throbbing, beating a concentrated joy into her belly, up and down her thighs, under and into and between her buttocks, carrying the twisting, crazing itch of cumming deep into the midnight slickness of her guts.
"Ohhhh, Ohhhh, Ohhhh!" she groaned softly, her arms lying beside her, her hips heaving and twisting in a measured roll. "Oh, baby, suck easy! EASY! Oh, God, Benjie! It's so GOOD! SO GOOD TO CUM! Oh, please, NOT SO HARD, DAMN IT! Ohh, that's it Benjie, Ohhhh!" and the last wave of this solid burst of heat flamed in her cunt and let her drift down, down, gently, feeling renewed rather than drained, the warmth solid and comforting and life-giving in the flowing depths of her vagina.
The boy, his cunt-smeared face grinning, kneed his way between her legs. "Now," he said, "it's my turn. You know something? Maybe that was good for you because all you had to do was lie there and enjoy it." At her smile, he said: "So maybe now, if I stick it in, you can make me cum just by squeezing down on it. Right?"
"I've got a better idea, Benjie," Jane whispered. "Lie on your back, you know, the way Chuck was this afternoon? Did you ever do it that way, with the girl on top? It can be wonderful, and you don't have to do anything at all."
He rolled over, and she took just one deep, loving suck at his prick, gently, since she knew he must be very hot. Besides, she was aching for this tool to be inside her; it was not so big as Chuck's, but she knew men three times his age who had no more; it would he loosely in her overflowing channel, but she could clamp her vaginal muscles down on it hard enough to milk him of all his sperm, any time she wished.
"Now," she whispered. "Don't move. Let me put it in. OOOww! Baby, right after a woman cums, she's so sensitive that it hurts just too good! You know how the head of your cock feels just after you've cum?"
He grinned up at her and reached for her breasts, swinging down to him with their warm, smooth weight. "Just put it in," he said.
Smiling, watching his eyes as he looked at her, a grown woman sitting over him naked, holding his prick with a hand reached around and under her ass, she felt a deep joy at the pleasure and education she was giving him, as well as at the joy she was giving herself.
The smooth head of the cock felt so marvelous, so altogether delightful, as she slowly wiped it up and down on her opened lips. She felt the warm, slobbering flow from her vagina wash her fingers, and she found the hole almost snapping in its eagerness to get this hard young bar of meat into its aching throat. The throat of her cunt! It was a most wonderful thought. A sweet flowing, toothless mouth, its lips trying to nibble? the strong throat muscles at the cunt's portal; the cum-juice more syrupy and slick than her mouth's spit-oh, God, so sweet to be a woman, so beautiful to have this prick!
The cum-itch was momentarily blacked out by the fierce joy of hard meat crowding the kinks in her vagina, kinks caused by her sharply U-shaped crouch. Her knees were by Benjie's ribs, her body lying on his, her ass so wide open that she felt the kiss of cool breeze on her anus, which felt like an opened rose. One push of her body back and down, and his young cock would bang against her cervix, the mouth of her womb, and she sensed he was too close to cumming to take much of that.
"Benjie," she whispered alongside his cheek, "do you want me to sit up so you can see and play with my breasts? Do you want to suck them? Does it feel good the way it is?"
She was coaxing him back, away from the edge of orgasm, and he knew it, and laughed aloud. "I'm all sort of cummy, Jane, but I can hold it back a little. It feels so hot and slick. I'm hitting something in there, just a little."
"It's called the cervix, darling. It's the mouth of my womb, where your seed tries to get in and make a little baby in me. And it's like a mouth, too, a little tiny mouth with lips harder than your hardest muscle. Feel?" and she worked her body down, just a hair, feeling the good, hard, solid knock of his prick, deep inside.
"Ooooh, baby!" the entranced boy murmured. "When I start to cum, will you do that some more? Oh, you're squeezing me!" he cried. "It's like I was jerking off with just my thumb and one finger! But better! Oh, Jane, I'm able to hold out! Ohhh! Thank you!"
His strong arm went around her back and he hugged her so that her breasts, already painful, full of blood and heat from this long and lovely play, were smashed between her body and his with a shock that was unbearably lovely, the heavy hurt going deep into her inner pleasure resources, mingling with her cunt-flame, her fuck-joy.
"Will you cum when I do?" he whispered.
"Not if I can help it," Jane said bravely. "I just want you to have it all, like you gave it to me a while ago. I want to feel you shooting that wonderful stuff into me, feel it burn and ooze and run out, down my thighs, onto your belly. Oooh, Benjie baby, it's mighty hard not to cum!" She quivered.
"I've been ready to cum ever since you put it in for me," he said. "Won't it be nice when I teach Kedra and Frannie to do it this way, to hold it and handle it and ease it in? But never as nice as you do it! Oh, Jane, I think-IT'S CUMMING! I CANT STOP! Ohhhh! So good!"
She shut her eyes and prayed not to sweep into a fuck-mad whirl on his slim, boyish body. Let him have it, Lord, her mind said.
Unbidden, the strong muscles in her vagina gripped the jerking prick, sucking the gouts of his rich, slick seed up into her depths, their gripping and slipping contact giving her great joy, as she knew it must be giving him. True to her promise, she bobbed her ass up and down in time with the powerful jerks of his spurting cock, feeling a solid jar on her womb's mouth, a joyful pain that went clear to her spine.
She let his penis subside, waited for its final, last-minute throb, and then, lowering her mouth to the boy's and getting her tongue against his, she permitted her overtaxed pussy to go its own gently wild way, enjoying the lovely, slow-moving wave of orgasm as her sloppy cunt-folds laved and sucked at Benjie's spent prick, feeling the wealth of her cum-fluids and his pearly sperm pump out into her cunt hair and onto his belly. Her position kept her weight off the boy; she looked with deep affection at his happy face, as relaxed as if he were already deep in sleep.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Now, on a beautiful, cool, sunny morning, they lay in bed, and Jane, leaning back on huge pillows, her eyes closed, her face in a smile of gentle passion, looked from under her eyelashes at Benjie's intent face as he slid his fingers in and out of her warmly open, wetly drooling pussy.
She could see his young cock; it was lying, fat but soft, on his hairless thigh, and it was thickly slicked with the fruitfulness of her loins and his. He was fucked out, and she needed nothing, really, although this gentle stretching, this loving push of his fingers, was delightful beyond words.
She moved off the pillows and squirmed around so that her face was on his thigh, her belly and its open, inviting slit near his face.
"Suck me just a little, Benjie," she said lazily. "And I'll clean your lovely cock. Ooooh!" she said, pulling the damp, warm tidbit out of her mouth and kissing swiftly around its shriveled pink head. "It tastes go good! Ohhh, baby! That's good, too! My little sap sucker! Suck it all out; half of it's yours!"
She pushed him away at last, gently but firmly.
"You're sure of what Chuck said, Benjie? And his old man? He really plans to come in here and attack me? That seems crazy to me. Doesn't he know I can have him arrested for trespassing?"
"He said you wouldn't dare, Jane. And his church council said so, too. Six or seven old guys. They said it's the only way to pay you back."
"Hah!" Jane exploded. "So Chuck copped a plea. Nothing about him and Frannie, of course."
The blue-eyed kid's face broke into a grin. "Course not. And Fran doesn't really know what's happening; women never are allowed in the men's council. I got it from Chuck, afterwards. He was like crazy. It really scared me."
"I know," Jane said softly, stroking the boy's flank. "You're a wonderful friend, Benjie. So they think they can slap a contributing rap on me. Hmmm. It could be done. And it's a bad one. I was stupid. I'd beat the case, but it would hurt a lot of my friends, people who love me. It'd hurt you."
"And Fran and Kedra, Jane. Honest. They really love you."
Jane sighed, then giggled. "If I have to let six or seven of those stinking bastards hold me down and screw me, or face a charge of contributing to the delinquencies of several minors, maybe I'd be smart just to drive over to the airport, get on a plane, and get lost for a year or two."
Benjie's face cleared, then clouded again. He shook his head miserably. "I sure would hate to see you go. But maybe it's best."
Jane slapped him on his hard muscled rump and rolled out of bed.
"Let's get dressed. That breakfast we had in bed wasn't enough. I'll fix us some steak and eggs. Listen, what did your mother say when you called her?"
"She thinks you're wonderful to 'take me in,' Jane, that's the way she put it. She says she and the kids will stay up in L.A. if that's all right with you." He laughed aloud. "I never felt so good in my life. I'm not even afraid of Chuck's old man."
"I may have an idea that will take care of Mr. Knowles, Benjie," Jane said slowly. "We'll wait and see."
She got a pair of small, thick top sirloins out of the fridge and put a dab of garlic butter on each before shoving them under the broiler, stirred four eggs with a slosh of thick cream and set them aside, then split two large rolls and slathered them generously with butter before putting them into the oven. When the steaks were brown and crisp on one side, she poured the beaten eggs into a smoking hot pan, turned it from side to side to keep the mass of egg from sticking, then gave it a casual flip so that the improvised omelet turned over. She winked at the wide eyed boy, turned the heat off under the eggs, and slid the steaks out of the broiler, all in one blend of motion.
"All that fucking surely gives me an appetite," Jane twinkled at the openly admiring youngster who grinned at her with his champing mouth full of steak and eggs. "And even all that cum I swallowed doesn't keep me from getting hungry." She patted her belly.
"No calories, hay?" the youngster joked, and suddenly stopped what he was doing. "Somebody just went by that window," he said in a low voice. "They're at the back door."
Jane sat still. Whatever those lunatics at the Church of God's Little Brothers might plan to do, this seemed a weird time for it. Nine in the morning! Preposterous! Nevertheless, she was glad the doors and screens were locked, and she could get to a phone quickly.
When there was a tapping at the kitchen door, and Jane went to look, she burst into a happy laugh and ran to throw open door, screen and all, holding her arms wide for the tall, blonde young girl who threw herself on Jane, sobbing.
"Come on, baby," Jane said, her voice happy. "What's wrong? What can be wrong, when you and I are together? And look, here's your little pal, Benjie!"
She led the! tearful child inside and sat her down at the kitchen table. "We're having a big breakfast," Jane said. "Eat with us!"
While Jane broiled another steak and scrambled more eggs, Frannie got control of herself and dried her tears. With a catch in her voice, she said: "Oh, Jane, I've just found out the most horrible thing!" She smothered a sob, and Jane, coming over to put an arm around the girl's very grown-up looking shoulders, said: "Pooh! I think I know what it is, and I think I know what to do about it." She put the food before the girl, kissed her on the cheek, and sat down.
"All I need to know," she said thoughtfully, "is the exact time those weird-ohs plan on raiding me. Do you know, or can you find out? It's really important."
"I heard some talk on the phone. There was a lot of phoning back and forth because they want as many of the elders as they can get to be in on the-well," and the girl flushed in shame, "they call it punishment. They finally agreed they'd meet at our place at five o'clock sharp."
"That probably means they'll try their gang-bang on me about five-thirty, maybe sooner. Right?"
"I heard father say: 'We'll waste no time.' And the dirty old creeps are drooling to get at you, Jane. Believe me, every one of them knows you, every one of them wants to shove his nasty cock into you! Ohh!" and the girl flung herself on Jane's breast, her head on the older woman's shoulder. "I wish I could kill them!"
Jane laughed, a carefree sound. "If they weren't such hateful old bastards, it might be fun," she said musingly. "My dad used to say 'the older the buck, the stiffer the horn,' and it wouldn't be bad to be the bangee in a gang-bang. It's been a long time!" She laughed reminiscently, and turned to Benjie.
"You don't have to go home, do you? But you," she said to Frannie, "maybe you should. Until oh, say, four o'clock. Can you leave then without anyone noticing?"
"The men are so hopped up they can't see straight, I expect," the girl answered. "Jane, are you sure you won't get hurt? I don't think I could stand that. If my father hurts you, I'll murder him!"
"Don't worry," Jane said soothingly. "When you come back, bring your bicycle all the way back and hide it in the shrubbery, then come on in. I'll have the doors locked, but I'll see you. Benjie, some time this afternoon, hide your bike, too."
On the upstairs telephone, Jane called a number at the Santa Vaca Court House. "I want to talk to Dave Valentine," she said. "Tell him it's Jane Murray, in Sonar Beach. Oh, hi, Dave," she said, after a short wait. "We graduated together, remember me? Yes, I'm the same Jane Murray that contributed to your last campaign. That's not important. I want a favor, maybe a big one, but only because I think someone's doing something really bad. Okay, I'll tell you."
She went into her bedroom and found the two kids lying together on the big bed. They were a foot apart, and Frannie still had her clothes on, the same shirt and old jeans of the day before.
"Here, you two, quit mooning! Get your clothes off! Fran, we've got just one boy between us, and we have to get everything out of him that we can. And still have our kicks, right?"
By the sheer force of her courage, she lifted their spirits, so that, by the time she was naked, Benjie's sturdy young cock was coming up to its full length and thickness, and the lovely Frannie, her woes forgotten, sat on the bed, her graceful young legs wide apart, her dainty blonde muff separated to show the shell-pink of her girlish twat, her arms braced behind her, giggling as Benjie pretended to count "eenie, meenie, miney, moe" between the two women. The idea of Fran going home was forgotten.
"Let's see," Jane said, her voice husky, "We want to give this dirty old boy the time of his life, don't we, Fran? We'll fuck him and we'll suck him, and keep him hot, hot, hot, until we get ready to drain all that jism out of him!" She rolled her eyes. "We ought to cum about ten times each. We girls, I mean, not Benjie."
She giggled like a school girl, but the talk, the naked youngsters, the pictures she had in her aphrodisiac mind were getting her too hot for comfort, her cunt beginning to itch, to open up, to exude a quick run of her inner sweetness down her leg.
"Can he fuck you first, Jane?" Frannie asked in a low voice. "I'm not afraid, but-I was thinking-maybe you could suck me while he was, uh, slipping it to you."
"I'll suck you completely dry," Jane hissed with mock ferocity.
She plunged her face between the girl's sweet, strong thighs, and Benjie took Frannie's ankles and tipped her into perfect position for Jane to dive into the pinkly opened labia.
The same hot factors which had triggered Jane's intense feeling was, of course, at work in the juvenile vagina she was tenderly licking. The slick, syrupy, clear cunt-ooze came out in mouthfuls as she sucked, and Fran, going limp, then tense, then limp again, cried out: "Oh, Janey, my lovely! OHHHHHH! OHHHHH! I'm into it! Cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg!"
There was a bright, happy flame in Jane's body, in her mind, in her cunt. She looked with loving consideration at the relaxed twelve-year-old girl, and turned with restrained, calculating passion to the strongly built, undersized boy with the blue eyes. And with the hard prick, she thought. God, how I love him! She knew she loved the girl with an equal flame, in a different way, needing them both. But this was cock, Cock!
"Come here, Benjie," she whispered huskily. "After all we did last night, can you still want to fuck me? Wouldn't you rather have something new? And young? Look at Frannie-baby, here. Look at that sweet little pussy!" She licked her lips, her heart pounding, so hot she was within a whisker of cumming, wanting that throbbing piece of hard young meat more than she had ever wanted anything.
The boy looked calm, interested; he stroked the young girl on her soft belly, running his fingers lightly into her slit, then turned to the crouching Jane.
"I want to fuck Frannie-baby, sure, Jane," he said. "But not now. Right now, I've got a craving for real, grown-up pussy, with a lot of hair. And muscles to pull it all out of me. Okay, Fran?"
He knee walked to Jane and grabbed her breasts, hanging long and firm as she stayed on hands and knees. He whinnied like a rutting young stud, his eyes glazed with heat, and choked out a word: "Fuck!" Once more, as his hands pulled the cheeks of her ass roughly apart, he grunted: "Fuck!"
Fran was sitting up, now, her eyes bright, as Benjie got on his knees between Jane's haunches and aimed the red tip of his cock into the throbbing, wet pinkness that thrust out from her thick outer lips. The girl, with a low groan of driving passion, lay between the other woman's arms, and Jane, half-mad with excitement and anticipation, said hoarsely: "Ram it in, Benjie! Hurt me! Oh, God, that's it! That's it!" She dropped to her elbows, feeling the hard cock go slamming into her cervix, giving her a sick-sweet cramp deep in her guts, and began to kiss the young girl, their tongues interlacing in a warm, slick bath of their spit, thickened by the flame of their desires.
"I'm cumming," she said against Fran's tongue, and the girl, understanding, smiling, loving the new flame in her tender young cunt, released Jane's tongue and slid to where she could get one of those hard, distended nipples in her teeth.
"JESUS!" shrieked Jane. "Both ends! Oooooohhhhh, Benjie! Stick me, baby! Harder! Oh, God, Frannie, give me your cunt!"
But, as the girl writhed her young body forward in perfect willingness, everything inside her loosening, melting, in the soft, sweet orgasm of empathy, Jane screamed harshly: "Ohhhhh, let me CUMMM! Jesus, let me CUM!"
She fell to her side, carrying the slightly built boy with her, his arms gripping around her belly like a dog stuck into a bitch by the swelling of his "dog knot." From the drive of his small, strong buttocks, he was shooting his young load into her pussy, the slick sperm going in jets to where nature intended, all over the hard, blood-black mouth of her womb, and all she could do was groan out her ecstasy, too great to put in words.
Frannie rolled to her and began to kiss her again, humping her young, strongly built ass, her mind a pleased whirl of lust.
When she stopped, Jane said weakly: "That was too marvelous! But I wanted you to suck Benjie. I wanted you to learn to swallow it!"
The girl rubbed her tits, swollen as big as Jane's, their nipples long and hard, on the pleased breasts of her grownup friend.
"I want to swallow it, Jane," the child said huskily. "But I want to swallow it out of you. I wanted Benjie to shoot it into you. You'll be my cup, your pussy will be my cup that runneth over!" She smiled dreamily, and Jane's legs went weak as Frannie's flushed young face pushed down to the streaming, slobbery lips, to drink the pearly sperm from the spasming vagina.
Thus, as the old love song says, they passed the time away in warm embrace, ate lunch, and Fran, nervously watching the clock, said: "Oh, look! It's getting so late! What can we do, Jane?"
Jane kissed her. "You don't have to go home. It's all fixed. Benjie, hide the bikes, then come upstairs. Be sure the front door-all the doors, and screens too-are locked."
Upstairs, she took Frannie into the room where she had so cunningly brought about her brother's downfall. "You're going to bring your father down, a hundred times worse than anything you ever thought, if you've got the guts," she said in a tense voice.
The blonde girl closed her eyes, drawing a breath which made her taut young breasts lift proudly. She trembled, put her face in her hands, and sobbed: "Oh, Jane, I'll worship you forever!"
"You know what I want, then? All right, baby.
Kiss me! When the guys get here-" and she looked at the watch on her wrist-"any minute, all we do is wait."
She put Benjie in the bathroom where she had stood to watch Frannie's act of moral violence on her brother. There was a resonance of chimes, and she went downstairs, welcoming two husky young men in uniform, who eyed her with good humored curiosity.
"You must have a lot of clout, lady," one of them said, running interested eyes up and down the warm curves of Jane's figure. "Not often the D.A. sends two men out when no charges have been filed. What is it, a big drug bust?"
"You'll get the idea when the time comes," Jane said. She led them up, ushered them into the bathroom with Benjie. Even in the dark, they saw the gorgeously bare body of the young girl, her sweetly rounded ass rising, darkly cloven, in the gloom. One of them whistled, but Jane said angrily: "I didn't ask Dave Valentine to send me a clown!" and the fellow answered humbly: "Sorry, ma'am, I couldn't help it."
There was another ring of chimes, and Jane ran down the stairs, thinking: They cut it pretty fine.
She undressed deliberately as the chimes banged again, and controlled her breathing as she went to the door and opened it. She stood in her provocative nakedness, eyeing the tall, stern looking man who stood before a group of six others. He was not a wild-eyed maniac, as Jane had expected, simply a tall, calm, smooth faced man of forty or thereabouts. He did not smile.
"Jane Murray," he said calmly, as though reading a warrant for her arrest, "you have sinned against the Lord and against the State, and we are here to punish you!" The simplicity, the hard drive obvious in the man, made Jane shiver.
"Fuck you, you shit-eating rubes," she said, crudely and clearly. "You lay a hand on me and you'll be hiding out forever!"
The tall man smiled frostily. "On the contrary, ma'am, we aim to fuck you," he said. "To teach you not to sin with young boys, not to corrupt youth. Open this screen!"
Standing with her loins out-thrust, Jane sunk two fingers deep in her pussy, pulled them out dripping with her cunt fluids, and flipped the clear, fragrant pussy-juice on the screen. And then, as Darrell Knowles reached for the handle on the screen, Jane let out a shrill scream as though deathly afraid, and ran for the stairs.
There was blaze of brilliant light in the upper hall. It had been planned. Jane dashed through it, stopped, turned cunt-first toward the crowd seething at the foot of the stairs, let them see which door she chose, and ran through it. Even though she had kept her eyes less than half open, the dark in the room struck her like a blow. Coming in from outdoors, through that blaze of light, neither Knowles nor his zealots would see very well.
She was in the bathroom now, grabbing up her Hasselblad camera, its automatic controls set for fast, sure action. She focused on the white form on the bed, barely visible in the finder, and heard the two men from Valentine's office suck in their breath.
There was no rush; the men, headed by then-leader, came in quietly. Knowles went directly to the bed, slapped the naked figure on the thigh, and said: "Roll over, you whore of Babylon. Here, Micah, here Japheth, lift her legs!" He had his cock out, and Jane thought: Oh oh, maybe I should have done it myself, for the size and hardness of it was fantastic. The others had jerked their hard old pricks out, too, and she could imagine the foxy, salacious grins on their self-righteous faces. The girl had let herself be turned on her back, legs wide apart, but drew her forearm across her face as though in fear.
Jane heard the girl groan, whether in lust or shock or pain she did not know, but she knew that the big man had penetrated the tender cunt of his daughter. His strong hands pulled her body up, pulling her onto his cock as a man draws on a glove, and he, all afire with the lust of sex, the lust of cruelty, jerked the girl's body back and forth on his big prick as if he were masturbating with her young cunt as a surrogate fist.
There was a deep groan of passion beginning to whine out of the tall man, and a scream of lust from the girl. Jane, awaiting this moment, very calmly shot her first flash picture, then a second, then a third. In the glare of the third flash, Jane saw that Fran was sitting up, her young face twisted in a grim smile of victory. Her father's jets of sperm were splattering on her face, her quaking breasts, and Jane shot again, knowing that this time the churchman would have his gaunt face turned right to the camera.
In fact, all the would-be avengers were turned toward the lens, ridiculous looking with their gnarled old cocks in plain view, their faces furious.
One of the men from the District Attorney's office turned on the big overhead lights and, as Darrell Knowles came at him in Old Testament fury, he snatched a blue-steel revolver from a beltclip and snarled: "I hope you make me shoot you, you stinking, baby-fucking sonofabitch!"
Frannie was perfect. She ran and threw herself on Jane, crying: "My own father! He said he'd get me! He's always wanted me!"
Over the girl's naked shoulder, Jane saw the tall man's knees buckle, saw him back blindly toward the bed, where he sat down heavily, his face gray, pulpy looking. He's as close to death as he can get without going over, she thought.
He bowed his head and everyone heard his moan: "She's destroyed me!" He licked dry lips, and one of his elders said sorrowfully: "She's destroyed our church!"
There was a pregnant silence for a few moments, and one of the young investigators from the D.A.'s office said: "We'll need a couple of station wagons to haul these old dummies down to the courthouse. We'll need you and the girl to sign complaints, Miz Murray. Better eat first; there's a whole book of complaints against all of them." He winked at Jane, and she appreciated his finesse-with her prominence, she might not wish to be involved; this was her chance to say what she wanted.
She was charmed. Her nudity, Fran's nudity, did not seem to bother the two strong, vital young men, now that they were into an official action. They were very nice; perhaps she might need their services again. And soon.
"You're a dear," she said. "Perhaps it would be best not to make an arrest, have a horrible trial. It might ruin this young girl's life. Her own father!" and Jane managed a convincing shudder. On her shoulder, Fran giggled, and Jane said quickly: "Get her out of here, Benjie; she's close to hysterics!" The small boy, decently clad in his bright surfers, led Frannie away, his eyes bright.
"One thing's for sure, ma'am," the investigator said: "We can't let that young girl go home again, not with this man. She'll have to go to a foster home, something like that. Would it be too much to ask-well, you are her friend-could you take her for a while?"
Behind him, Jane saw the gaunt preacher raise his shoulders and drop them in a gesture of defeat, of acquiescence.
"Of course," she said brightly. "A marvelous idea! I suppose the District Attorney will want to do something! But I hate a trial!"
The young man turned to the dejected church group. "Okay, if this lady doesn't want to file charges, we won't," he said. "We ought to, though. Incest, rape, contributing, conspiracy, enough to put all you old buzzards away for a long time. But you can go. So beat it! Get lost!"
Neither Knowles nor any of the others so much as looked at Jane, although she stood with her glorious body bare for all to see.
When all the outsiders had left, Jane walked back to the door of her own bedroom and eavesdropped shamelessly. It was Benjie's voice she heard, raised in some protest, and she went in.
He had obviously been shaken by the drama of the chancy scene which Jane had successfully pulled off, and he was pushing at Fran, who was laughingly trying to get her face down to his lap.
When Jane rolled him over and held him, leaning down to rub one of her breasts on his face while Frannie mouthed his cock, now beginning to swell again, he began to laugh.
"You women are crazy!" he gasped. "After all that scary stuff? What the hell are you up to?"
Fran looked up, licking her young lips, her firm breasts against Benjie's thighs. "I don't know about Jane," she said, "but I thought she and I were supposed to suck all this cum out of you. All I got was a short, fast fuck-without a kiss, too-and I'm still as hot as a firecracker. Jane, doesn't Benjie owe us something?"
"Yes, indeed," Jane panted, "and we owe him. One of us is going to get fucked, and one of us is going to get sucked, and he's going to get both! You hear that, Benjie?"
The muscular little boy, his cock beginning to expand, began to push himself up on the bed. His hands now free, he clamped Fran's head to his crotch. "I know when I'm licked," he said. "And you'll know when you're licked, baby!"
